[center]Wandering the halls, Corvo still couldn't quite recall where he was. He wondered if anyone could see him, but he couldn't particularly test that theory -- especially due to the fact that he hadn't run into anyone. Not yet anyway.

[i]Great, was another atomic bomb dropped? Or was it another Chernobyl?[/i]

He gave a tired sigh, feeling like he had just cleaned up those messes yesterday. But no, hope was rejoiced... he had heard voices, shouting, not far off. It didn't take long for him to gravitate in the direction of them. It let him to a classroom of sorts, where the raven-haired boy stood in the doorway, still wondering whether or not anyone could see him. He wonder what they were learning...

[i]World War I? That was human history, wasn't It?[/i]

Yes, that was tragic for Corvo. Having to take up so many injured, broken, scared and relieved souls. That was truly an experience of a lifetime. Chocolate eyes rested on the room with perplexion -- not even taking into account whether or not anyone had noticed him yet.

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