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[hopepainandshit]

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[ravenswrath]

"She talks," he explains.

[hopepainandshit]

"A talking heart isn't exactly the compelling argument you think it might be," he points out flatly.

[ravenswrath]

"It's harmless," he deadpans. "It isn't a weapon, which I'm sure I could get easier."

Hence the walking stick.

[hopepainandshit]

"Sure, but you haven't explained what it is yet. Who's the Outsider?"

[ravenswrath]

"A god."

He takes a step back, away from the dog.

[hopepainandshit]

Richter just frowns. Tiffany just tilts her head when the man moves away from her.

"You want the heart of a god that talks to you," he echoes. He looks incredibly skeptical. "And... what sort of things does she say, exactly?"

[ravenswrath]

"What does it matter?" he wonders. "What worry do you have?"

[hopepainandshit]

"Well seeing as I'm trying to kill someone calling herself a god back home, I think I've got a right to know what yours is telling you in case it's kill everyone on the ship again!"

[ravenswrath]

He realizes his mistake and sighs. "No. He doesn't speak to me through it. It's not his voice and not his spirit."

[hopepainandshit]

Alright, so the Outsider's a he and the heart's a she?

"Why do you want it?" he asks instead, more evenly. "What does it even say?"

[ravenswrath]

"It was originally given to me to find runes. To hear secrets."

He leans against the wall.

[hopepainandshit]

Alright, they're getting somewhere.

"What do you expect to find here, exactly?"

[ravenswrath]

"Nothing. It's nostalgic, not useful," he explains, looking past him.

[hopepainandshit]

There's a thoughtful hum from Richter.

Then: "Wait, how do you carry it around?" The obvious tone of teenage nosiness, rather than formal inquiry. "D'you just have a human heart hanging around your neck singing about treasure all the time?"

[ravenswrath]

He waves a hand. "It disappears," he mutters with a roll of his eyes.

He can't bog himself down with the details of why; it isn't smart to start unraveling that.

[hopepainandshit]

"That's incredibly reassuring," he points out dryly.

Then he just shrugs. "Right, well. I'll ask the Admiral about it, see what he can do. I doubt it's the weirdest request he's ever gotten."

[ravenswrath]

He gives him a mock bow.

"That's all I ask. What do you want in return?"

[hopepainandshit]

Two can play that game.

He bends down and picks up Tiff, cradling her like a baby to his chest, which makes her tail wiggle gleefully. "Pat my dog."

[ravenswrath]

He shakes his head. "And have her bite my hand off? No thank you."

He turns to walk away.

[hopepainandshit]

And Richter follows, holding his puppy out at arm's length.

"Awww, come on! This is as little as she's ever gonna be! She can't even break the skin yet."

[ravenswrath]

Corvo makes it to the stairs, glances up, and Blinks to the top of the landing and then again to the next floor.

"Not a chance, warden," he calls down.

[hopepainandshit]

"You're gonna give in one day!" he calls back, and fully doesn't expect a response. He just gives Tiff's nose a little kiss as he brings her back inside.