Corvo doesn't look at him. He looks over him, past his shoulder. Because if he looks at his face, he'll see his face, he'll see himself, he'll see Emily. He'll see how much Jessamine would have loved him for the fighter he is.

He doesn't want to see any of that.

"Well, that remains to be seen. I spent six months in Coldridge, boy. I can do a few days here."