dishonored – Pass Through Fire

wrenhavenriver:

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

Dishonored // Anton Sokolov’s Safehouse

wrenhavenriver:

I’m tired of being afraid. When I’m Empress, I’m going to make everyone else afraid instead. Just like you do, Corvo.

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wrenhavenriver:

I know what that mark on your hand is, just like the one on mine…I know everything you can do, and it won’t matter.

wrenhavenriver:

Where’s Harold? He’s not in his cell. Check the log. We’ve been moving people around to make room for the politicals.

wrenhavenriver:

I think there’s more happening here than any of us know.

^{dishonored + prologue}

wrenhavenriver:

You think I’m being needlessly cruel? You don’t know what Timsh does all day, then.

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