- The Outsider: So ends the interregnum, and now Emily Kaldwin the First, will take her mother's throne, after a season of turmoil. You will stand at her side, Corvo, guiding her young mind, and protecting her from those who seek to exploit her, or cause her harm. You watched and listened when other men would have shouted in rage. You held back instead of striking. So it is, with the passing of the plague and Emily's ascension, comes a golden age, brought about by your hand. And decades hence, when your hair turns white and you pass from this world, Empress Emily - Emily the Wise, at the height of her power - will lay your body down within her mother's great tomb, because you were more to her than Royal Protector. Farewell, Corvo.
- [Low Chaos Ending - Save Emily]
- Prison Walls: We all start with innocence, but the world leads us to guilt.
- Guard 1: Do you think you'll get your own squad after what happened last night?
- Guard 2: Indeed. I believe so.
- Guard 1: Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?
- Guard 2: Indeed, I believe so.
- Samuel Beechworth: [Speaking to Corvo after dropping him off in Light at The End mission - Low Chaos] Give my best to Emily. After she's on the throne, she won't have time for an old man like me. I knew you were sharp Corvo, but somehow you managed to get through all this without losing sight of what really matters, for that... I respect you. The city's gonna pull itself up, I believe. Too many good people here to let it all burn to ashes. I'd best be going, the battlefield's no place for an old man like me. That time has long passed. Good luck, my friend.
- The Outsider: What will history tell us? That the daughter of murdered empress ascended the throne up a mountain of corpses, carried by an assassin named Corvo? No, they'll say that little Emily Kaldwin the first come to power in an age of terror and corruption, and that she did her best in a world that is not kind to little girls, or Empresses. But whether the stories told mention you by name or not, she will remember that you were there, Corvo.
- [High Chaos Ending - Save Emily]
- The Outsider: I don't know about you, Corvo, but I've had a lovely time. Intrigue and mystery, butchery and betrayal. The death thrones of an Empire! And you were on avenging spirit, spreading chaos at every turn. The city is feeding on itself now, liars and merchants and nobles like maggots on a carcass. Soon there'll be nothing left for the rats. It's just as well, the Empire was dying already, completely rotten. All that was needed was the right man, to send it over the edge. But now, you'll be off over the horizon, on an outbound ship, I wonder. Are you chasing something, or running away?
- [High Chaos Ending - Emily Dies]
- Overseer Martin: May all the spirits guide you, and may our enemy's head hit the floor without you taking a scratch.
- Lord Regent Hiram Burrows: [Recorded message] If I explain, then you will see, I am not at fault. My Poverty Eradication Plan was meant to bring prosperity to the city, to rid us of those scoundrels who waste their day in filth and drink, without homes or occupations other than to beg for the coin for which the rest of us toil. And it was a simple plan, bring the disease bearing rats from the Pandyssian continent, and let them take care of the poor for us. The plan worked perfectly. At first. But the rats, it was as if they sought to undo me. They hid from the catchers, and bred at a sickening rate. Soon it didn't matter, rich, poor, all were falling sick. And then people started asking questions. The Empress assigned me to investigate whether the rats had been imported by a foreign power. I knew the truth would come out eventually. So there was no other way than to be rid of her, and take power myself. She had to die, you see. *She had to die.* Bringing about the death of an Empress is not an easy thing, but it gave me the chance to attack the plague with some real authority. Quarantines! Deportation of the sick! But there's always some idiot woman searching for her wretched lost babe, or some sniveling workman searching for his missing wife. And then quarantine is broken! But you can see how my plan should have worked? Would have worked! If everyone had just followed orders.
- Samuel Beechworth: [Recording - low chaos] I'm taking part in history, here. Dunwall is on the verge of a new age, a better age, and this old sailor has had a role to play in it. I doubt I'll be remembered, as the worthy men who made this happen are the real heroes. And one feisty little girl, who hides the sadness of her missing mother very well, bless her. But perhaps someday someone will listen to this and know a humble sailor named Samuel was part of it all.
- Lady Emily Kaldwin: It's a funny thing, ambition. It can take one to sublime heights or harrowing depths. And sometimes they are one and the same. Roseburrow learned that lesson all to well.
- Signs throughout Dunwall: The boldest measures are the safest.
- Slackjaw: You brought me the numbers? I've been after this combination for months! If you ever need steady work, you come see me. Slackjaw knows a good man when he sees one. It's only natural that you be curious about what I intend to do with the Pendletons. See, them Pendletons got these rock mines. Have hundreds of souls working down there, half a mile deep below ground. So I'm gonna shave their heads, and cut out their tongues and put 'em in their own stinking mines! Then they gonna see life from a different angle.