Emily, my daughter. I know that one day, you'll be grown up. And I wonder what you'll remember of these years. Will you recall you time as a child with fondness? Or were there too many caretakers, formal dinners and lessons about boring old history? Maybe the precious hours we spent together will shine brighter.Time captured now and then with your mother and with Corvos, who was alway close to my heart. I hope the season of rats and plague will be nothing more than a passing shadow on your early memory. A crisis come and past weathered by your mother and her advisors. You'll sit on the throne some day and will do well I hope. It's a tricky life, full of responsibility and peril. I was not your choice to be the daughter of an empress, but I believe you'll rise to the challenge. Stay good hearted Emily. Keep drawing and telling stories and only share your power with those you truly trust.
Man: Don't you love the view from here?
Emily: This place makes me sad.
Corvo: Why is that?
Emily: This is where we have the [inaudible 00:04:12]
Samuel: Is it all done? Are you ready to go back to the hound pits?
Man: Thanks to you Corvo. Alright. Let's go!