He smiled as he pointed out his initiation "It's time I come clean about that night, after all spending years in Amoren's den does have some pretty nasty effects on you." His eyes would wonder to Dahlia who appeared to be satisfied with the conversation, as she thinks the plan was going ahead. The fact was that Salen had taken a U-turn. Degare and Salen were both interested in removing that thorn from their side, particularly with how deep it was in Salen's back. It was hurtful, although he was oblivious to the extent from Dahlia's abuse of Falsification.
If she could not find a way to subdue a Veir, she had other methods to backfire them into succumbing into their own death. Dahlia has done this for years and she has always gotten away with murdering thousands through falsely admitting themselves. It was questionable weither she truely used the Candor, or weither she created lies to deceive people from her true intentions.
"I'm not after intimacy, only to be away from sight whilst we discuss. We wouldn't want certain meddler's interfering would we?" He said in an increasingly annoyed tone, as if the whole situation was getting to him, yet he had to remain calm as he took a deep breath. He would wonder through the seas of people, although his steps were quicker than Degare's; Salen was clearly annoyed, although he had to mask it in front of Dahlia. The vicious woman of a snake would force her suffocating and constricting presence upon her.
As they walked through the gardens, he'd tread along the well-designed horticulture, all the way into the greenhouse "I must say Degare, your house is always a statuesque beauty; it always has been." He complimented sincerely, although it was time to get to the point as he tensed up. His shoulders were much more stressed as he sat down "I'm sorry, forgive me. I've not been in the best of moods, but here it goes." He paused as he was ready to come clean about his first visit "My first visit, I was sent by Dahlia; she was the woman who was present when I became one of Brazim's agents. The truth is, she views herself higher than Brazim herself. She's a tyrant, a coward, a liar and more importantly... A fucking harlot!"
He heaved as he clenched his fist, looking as if he was about to punch something. Salen's anger is something that was known to be a flaw and Dahlia used it as his biggest disadvantage to control him. Things were changing; Salen was realising himself that Dahlia never truely cared. It was always Me, Myself and I. The phrases that always stood true to every Corvo known to man. If she could abuse the system, she could be responsible for manipulating hundreds of Corvo "She sees you as a threat, Degare. I know, you know something; you are the sword for her back. Everyone eventually reveals their clinks in their armor and that's why... She asked me to do something diabolical and the question is, would I do it?"
He took the poison from his pocket and dropped it on the floor. The glass would smash amongst the floor.
"The answer is... No."
He let that linger for a moment before he shook his head "If I go back, she'll try and influence me again, so tell me Degare... Why would she want you dead?" He asked brazenly "You must possess knowledge that she let slip. Why would the Great Black Dahlia let information against her slip? If she's so great, why does she let her henchman suffer. I don't think you realise but... I made her the woman she is today and I'm starting to regret it."
If she could not find a way to subdue a Veir, she had other methods to backfire them into succumbing into their own death. Dahlia has done this for years and she has always gotten away with murdering thousands through falsely admitting themselves. It was questionable weither she truely used the Candor, or weither she created lies to deceive people from her true intentions.
"I'm not after intimacy, only to be away from sight whilst we discuss. We wouldn't want certain meddler's interfering would we?" He said in an increasingly annoyed tone, as if the whole situation was getting to him, yet he had to remain calm as he took a deep breath. He would wonder through the seas of people, although his steps were quicker than Degare's; Salen was clearly annoyed, although he had to mask it in front of Dahlia. The vicious woman of a snake would force her suffocating and constricting presence upon her.
As they walked through the gardens, he'd tread along the well-designed horticulture, all the way into the greenhouse "I must say Degare, your house is always a statuesque beauty; it always has been." He complimented sincerely, although it was time to get to the point as he tensed up. His shoulders were much more stressed as he sat down "I'm sorry, forgive me. I've not been in the best of moods, but here it goes." He paused as he was ready to come clean about his first visit "My first visit, I was sent by Dahlia; she was the woman who was present when I became one of Brazim's agents. The truth is, she views herself higher than Brazim herself. She's a tyrant, a coward, a liar and more importantly... A fucking harlot!"
He heaved as he clenched his fist, looking as if he was about to punch something. Salen's anger is something that was known to be a flaw and Dahlia used it as his biggest disadvantage to control him. Things were changing; Salen was realising himself that Dahlia never truely cared. It was always Me, Myself and I. The phrases that always stood true to every Corvo known to man. If she could abuse the system, she could be responsible for manipulating hundreds of Corvo "She sees you as a threat, Degare. I know, you know something; you are the sword for her back. Everyone eventually reveals their clinks in their armor and that's why... She asked me to do something diabolical and the question is, would I do it?"
He took the poison from his pocket and dropped it on the floor. The glass would smash amongst the floor.
"The answer is... No."
He let that linger for a moment before he shook his head "If I go back, she'll try and influence me again, so tell me Degare... Why would she want you dead?" He asked brazenly "You must possess knowledge that she let slip. Why would the Great Black Dahlia let information against her slip? If she's so great, why does she let her henchman suffer. I don't think you realise but... I made her the woman she is today and I'm starting to regret it."
