[Her Corvo never returned with this kind of smell. He never returned with hands rubbed raw from trying to remove the stains of murder either. This is all new, disorienting. Death was always one room away from her before, but now she sits in the room of death with dipped hands.
The room reminds her of the Void in a different way. It's this place's own "Void," she thinks, though Crafty is probably not the one that's the Outsider. Something bigger is, something darker. She can feel it hugging the edge of the room, immense and powerful, but not threatening. Not right now.
Her mouth goes dry when she sees the tongue, but she sits facing the Dark, back to the only exit not death, wrists resting on her thighs to keep her hands from touching herself.] Hello?
thanks for the descent into high chaos
The room reminds her of the Void in a different way. It's this place's own "Void," she thinks, though Crafty is probably not the one that's the Outsider. Something bigger is, something darker. She can feel it hugging the edge of the room, immense and powerful, but not threatening. Not right now.
Her mouth goes dry when she sees the tongue, but she sits facing the Dark, back to the only exit not death, wrists resting on her thighs to keep her hands from touching herself.] Hello?
I want to... talk to Jason.