[ If only she knew her secrets are only secrets for so long. An Empress of the people has no secrets, not after she's gone and her life has been written out as if she were nothing but some historical record. ]

There are no others, Your Highness. We are the only two of our universe in this place, past, present, or otherwise.

[ He sidles closer to her, smelling faint of ocean tide and Dunwall itself. ] Are you hoping for someone to arrive? Dearest father, perhaps?