Male: Samuel...useless old...hungry for purpose. Couldn't [inaudible 00:04:30]. This is all Martin's fault. If we hadn't helped Corvo get out of prison, if Corvo hadn't been so damned good at his job, [inaudible 00:04:42].
Emily: Who is it? Corvo! I knew you'd come! Is it going to be okay now? Will I be Empress?
Male 2: So ends the interregnum, and now Emily Kaldwin the First will take her mother's throne, after a season of turmoil. You will stand at her side, Corvo, guiding her young mind, and protecting her from those who seek to exploit her, or cause her harm. You watched and listened when other men would have shouted in rage. You held back instead of striking. So it is, with the passing of the plague and Emily's ascension, comes a golden age, brought about by your hand.
And decades hence, when your hair turns white and you pass from this world, Empress Emily - Emily the Wise, at the height of her power - will lay your body down within her mother's great tomb, because you were more to her than Royal Protector. Farewell, Corvo.
Singer: Oh, well alone or for all, of the big and the small, well the taller they stand, well the harder they fall. We live for today but we die for the next, with blood in our veins and the air in our chest. So we step into war, with our hearts on the line, the dirt on our boots it shakes free over time. The music it fades, the violin slows, the darkness it rises as the sun goes. Love is a distant aroma at best...a wither--