User:Blood Ox/Dialogue/The Light at the End

Low Chaos
 "This is it, sir. I suspect Havelock, Martin and Lord Pendleton landed there a while ago, and went into the lighthouse.

Knowing them, they're not giving up without a fight.

I remember hearing the Admiral and Martin talking about this place as where they'd hole up if they had to. Anybody going in has to breach the fort and the Gatehouse, and then there's only one way to the top.

All I can say is that it's been a pleasure serving with you. Maybe after all this is settled, we'll see each other again.

Good luck, Corvo. If anyone deserves it, you do." 

The mission begins.

 "Give my best to Emily. After she's on the throne, she won't have time for an old man like me."

"I knew you were sharp, Corvo, but somehow you managed to get through all this mess without losing sight of what really matters. For that, I respect you."

"The city's going to pull itself up, I believe. Too many good people here to let it all turn to ashes."

"I'd best be going. The battlefield is no place for an old sailor like me. That time has long passed. Good luck, my friend." 

The mission begins.

High Chaos
 "The island is a bloody mess.

Looks like they fought, maybe over Emily, just after they landed. I bet the Admiral's got her locked up in the lighthouse somewhere.

If Pendleton's lost the first round, he's probably dug in someplace, doing his best to drink himself to death.

I suspect it's Martin who's got the lighthouse under siege. They turned on each other, at last.

So the Admiral is power mad, Martin's a snake and *Lord* Pendleton is a coward. And you Corvo…the things you've done. You could be the worst of us.

I've seen a lot, traveling with you. Now get off my boat.

I'd wish you good luck, but I'd be lying." 

Showdown between Clergy and Nobility
High Chaos only.

Pendleton: "Is that the best you can do? You disappoint me, Martin!"

Martin: "Why don't you come down and settle this man to man?"

Pendleton: "The view is nice up here, I'm not moving!"

Martin: "Don't try to act brave, you worthless piece of inbred shit."

Pendleton: "Come and get me, if you're so strong!"

Martin: "Stupid blue-blood! Let's see how you like this!"

Martin fires his pistol at Pendleton.

Pendleton: "Martin, you couldn't hit me if I was standing next to you. Hahaha *cough*!"

Martin: "Now I'll sit for a while and consider the problem of getting into the Gatehouse. I need time alone."

Teague Martin's last words
High Chaos only.

Treavor Pendleton's last words
High Chaos only.

 Corvo. I knew you would get here (coughs) Well you're too late. I'm already dying without your help. A stray bullet, I'll never know whose.

What could I offer you anyway? You want money? Well, I'm broke.

Women, maybe? Everyone knows you were screwing the Empress. You like noblewomen? You should meet my cousin Celia *laughs, coughs*." 

Farley Havelock's musings
Low Chaos only.

 Remember when this was just a dream shared by a few angry, desperate men in the back room of a bar?

Lord Treavor Pendleton, the neglected youngest son, bullied by your brothers.

Martin. Such a clever man, his talents wasted until he found his "faith".

Callista, the nursemaid. Bitter Piero, ejected from the Academy. Samuel, a useless old man, hungry for purpose. Couldn't be with us tonight.

Me, unjustly dismissed from the navy over an affair of honor.

My friends, the times we've had! I'm almost sorry this moment has come.

Our enemies have fallen. We've put an empress on the throne who'll take years to grow up, And by the time she does she'll be ours.

She's young. Emily the First could reign for sixty, seventy years if she's kept safe.

Oh, what we could do in that time. Look how much we've changed the city already.

A golden age is coming. And no one will ever know what I had to do for it. You won't tell, won't you?

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. If we hadn't gotten greedy and afraid. If if if.

Always too sure, that was my problem. Never hesitated. Too sure of what I wanted to do, when other men stopped to consider. Saw it as a weakness.

I know Corvo's coming for me just like he came for the others. Crossing the island below like it was nothing. It's only a question of how and when. But I'm lacking a countermove. It's all fallen apart.

All the steps that led us here made sense. When I was young I went to sea. Took command of a ship and made aimless men into sailors. Made a collection of boats into a navy. Then founded a Conspiracy and almost led an empire.

No compromise, never showed mercy, never showed weakness. I showed the world what mattered. Will and vision. And not being afraid of getting dirty.

And now, I'll lose it all to a man with a faster sword hand. Or is it that he has a slower sword hand? There's something wrong with the world.

It'll make a good story for the histories. I'll have a good epitaph:

"In his time, he commanded a noble Lord, a High Overseer, and an Empress."

"The man who brought down a tyrant."

Admiral Havelock. Son of the high Ocean. 

Confronting Havelock
Low Chaos only.

 "Did you think I'd fight you, Corvo? Sorry to disappoint.

This is yours. The key to Emily's cell. She'll be glad to see you.

You made quite an impression on her, did you know that? She asked about you, constantly. Where you were, what you'd been doing.

I told her. In the end, I told her everything. From the start, when we had such noble goals in mind, to the end, when we were afraid, fighting in secrecy about who we could trust and who we had to kill. Arguing over who would act as the new Lord Regent.

And she listened, eyes wide.

She's become an interesting girl. If she lives, she'll make an memorable Empress.

Go ahead. Kill me or take me to Coldridge Prison. Make your choice. She'll be watching." 

Havelock struggles with Emily
High Chaos only.