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Corvo caught Edin's "coughs," eyes quickly darting over only to return to Ciri once more. This all was a story he didn't tell often and his daughter - and Edin - seemed to be eating it up. Corvo almost had to laugh at how much of a romantic he seemed to be about it all. She does, sweetie. She'll remember it eventually, he said, though there was pain in his voice.
His arms wrapped around her, hugging her to himself gently enough not to aggravate her arm. He could only shake his head as she commented about not growing up Sith. I'm glad you didn't either. This is a much better place. To this day, Corvo barely considered himself a Jedi, but he had hopes that one day, his daughter might truly be one, in all of its goodness.
So, when is there going to be a Mrs. Edin? Corvo asked smugly. You certainly seemed to be eating up that story; don't think I didn't notice, he let the man off the hook, not making him answer as he meant it as little more than a teasing. "For today?" I think that's enough adventure for quite a while, he said, thoroughly unexcited about taking her into harm's way again. She'd been fine this time, but that wasn't to say she would be next time.
It was just then that Chaz managed to enter, catching the end of the conversation. You'd better get better because I managed to get those concert tickets you've been asking for, he said, waving an envelope around in the air. I've got repairs to the ship to make after today, though, so maybe your dad can take you. Corvo knew whatever repairs needed to be made could wait but recognized this as either Chaz shirking having to go to a boy-band concert or simply trying to grant them some father-daughter time. He chose to believe the latter, though he had a feeling it was a combination of the two.
His arms wrapped around her, hugging her to himself gently enough not to aggravate her arm. He could only shake his head as she commented about not growing up Sith. I'm glad you didn't either. This is a much better place. To this day, Corvo barely considered himself a Jedi, but he had hopes that one day, his daughter might truly be one, in all of its goodness.
So, when is there going to be a Mrs. Edin? Corvo asked smugly. You certainly seemed to be eating up that story; don't think I didn't notice, he let the man off the hook, not making him answer as he meant it as little more than a teasing. "For today?" I think that's enough adventure for quite a while, he said, thoroughly unexcited about taking her into harm's way again. She'd been fine this time, but that wasn't to say she would be next time.
It was just then that Chaz managed to enter, catching the end of the conversation. You'd better get better because I managed to get those concert tickets you've been asking for, he said, waving an envelope around in the air. I've got repairs to the ship to make after today, though, so maybe your dad can take you. Corvo knew whatever repairs needed to be made could wait but recognized this as either Chaz shirking having to go to a boy-band concert or simply trying to grant them some father-daughter time. He chose to believe the latter, though he had a feeling it was a combination of the two.