|Dishonored| Be Brave

How long had it been? Emily couldn't say and the thought was a scary one though she wasn't sure how. All she knew nowadays was that strange half-dressed women and sometimes men frequented this place and there were all kinds of unfamiliar sounds. The sounds were some of the worst, ones that sometimes made her clap her hands over her ears until she was positive that they'd stopped. Sometimes her timing was off.

Mostly she drew, thinking about her mother and of Corvo. The crayon lines arched over the page or ended at odd angles, splashing the page with color. It was easier to ignore it all when she worked and she thought though her thoughts weren't always comforting.

'He can't be dead, he'll come and find me and take me away from here,' she reassured herself though as the days passed the grew more and more half-hearted. Only at the thought of her mother, stained with blood in those last moments Emily saw her, did she try to shake the impending dread away. Corvo couldn't be dead because then she'd have no one and Emily wasn't quite sure she was brave enough to face that.

Her crayon lines formed the image soon enough, the eyes a little lopsided but her mother's likeness (or as near to it as Emily could get) stared back up at her. As if it were the real thing Emily straightened up, sucking in a deep breath. Her mother wouldn't want her to cower and give up, that much Emily was sure of.

'Maybe I can sneak down to that door I saw those fussy looking men come in from last week,' she thought, already planning the path down there. She might be stuck in this room but if she tried hard enough Emily was sure she'd be able to get out and away, she'd just need to be brave.