I don't know about you, Corvo, but I've had a lovely time. Intrigue and mystery, butchery and betrayal. The death thrones of an Empire! And you were on avenging spirit, spreading chaos at every turn. The city is feeding on itself now, liars and merchants and nobles like maggots on a carcass. Soon there'll be nothing left for the rats. It's just as well, the Empire was dying [bad word] rotten. All that was needed was the right man, to send it over the edge. But now, you'll be off over the horizon, on an outbound ship, I wonder. Are you chasing something, [bad word] away?