Dunwall is made of two syllables – and it was a city of twos. Abbey and Outsider. Order and chaos. Sea and shore. Action and reaction. It is fitting that the people built in its shadows, those defined by its rules, fall into two categories. Driven by the only singular fact of the city.
Fear.
Fear is the constant of Dunwall.
Fear that made the city watch angry. A hatred fueled by scared children given big swords and bigger guns. Fear that made the gangs just as harsh. Angry kicked dogs who bark and bite at anyone who gets near.
Fear that also made the people surrender. Lay in the gutter until the rats consumed them. Fear that made people not investigate the moving shadows nearby – sometimes hoping those shadows would snuff out what little light is left in their lives.
The Outsider had seen all of this.
These binaries that choked the city to death.
Binaries that made the end result, inexorably, only one option.
For binaries often lead inexorably to one.
Life and death are binaries.
Yet there can only be one outcome.
In Dunwall the outcome was always Revenge.
Always revenge.
Always fear fueled.
Always cruel.
The Outsider watched disinterestedly as the same story played out again.
And all he had had to do was say a few words.
No interfering.
No prodding.
Just turning the page.
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Past Honor
FanfictionAfter all that has happened honor lays shattered and broken. Now all that remains is revenge - or so the Outsider would have them believe.
