Lord Regent: The [inaudible 00:01:08] has fallen! I demand that you show yourself! I want him found! With haste!
Male: Here you are, Corvo. Within the high walls of your enemy's stronghold. The scent of his blood still fresh in the air. My, how you've changed things. You know, the Lord Regent would have fought harder to protect himself, but the truth is...he knew that he deserved to die. It must have been agony for such a tightly wound man to watch as the plague spiraled out of control...as people on the streets went mad and died, bleeding from the eyes. Don't worry. I'm not about to tell you that he deserved sympathy.
The worst part must have been knowing that it was all his fault. As you hunted down his people one by one, and finally came for him, he must have realized that all his planning was for nothing. And that must have been...exquisitely terrifying.
Male 2: And this tray needs to go to the torture...I mean...
Male 3: Oh, no. Why do I have to take it?
Male 2: He's harmless. Unless you're scheduled for an execution, or...
Male 3: He's so strange. Always working on something he keeps secret. And he has that brute of a dog.
Male 2: Trust me. He is gentle as a lamb. Now, take him his food.
Male 4: Got you now?
Male 5: Which crime?
Male 6: I'll be looking for him.
Male 7: I'll flush him out. Oh, I'll find you. Oh, I'll find you. Where are you? Oh, I'll find you.
Sam: Is it all done? You ready to go back to The Hound Pits? Thanks to you, Corvo. All right, let's go.