BONOMIR

Corvo Attano, how handsome you are for a man your age.

Lord Protector and Father...I should've banned that title combination years ago.

15 years ago in the middle of a plague that nearly destroyed Dunwall, a paid killer assaulted the palace where I was born and stabbed my Mother in the heart. In the Aftermath, the men who sent the Assassin tried to use me as a pawn in a game of power. They would've suceeded, but my Father, Corvo Attano, hunted them down and cut their conspiracy to pieces.

Is the Spaniard truly dead?

This choice is yours alone to make!

You condemn what you do not understand!

What can I say? We sent a single man against an entire army. I was worried.

Better in the hands of the earth than in the hands of man.

The rest is up to you, Desmond.

Henry...Mr Green. Here this is it.

Aleck, I beg your pardon, these are friends of mine, Evie Frye and her brother, Jacob.

Then may I present to you Agnes and Bertha. Lady and locomotive, at your service. I'll be in the next car.

Whitechapel is no longer in the hands of the Blighters!

What’s this Greenie, Assassin Christmas?