I was just screaming in my head to think before he drank.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dishonored.

I relaxed my posture as I opened the door into the Hound Pits pub, having just killed the wrongfully-placed Lord Regent, I had only six standard Crossbow Bolts, two Grenades, a Springrazor, and my folding blade, made by Piero with masterful craftsmanship, I was not, however, tired, the adrenaline rush from infiltrating Dunwall Tower and fighting my way out still carried with me, I met with the Loyalists, all drinks in hand, and Emily happily drawing in the background, it put a smile on my face, throughout all the death I had caused, to see that it kept Emily safe and her rightful place closer was reason enough to fight for it. Wait...

"Corvo, you've done it!" Pendleton said to me, two glasses in hand.

Something isn't right...

"Word is spreading all over the city, his tyranny is over!" My attention, specifically, was the one he gave to me, the contents of it were... Different, a pale green, rather than the red of everyone else's drinks...

That's it!

"By this time tomorrow- AAAAGH!" I smashed the glass on the bar and forced the halves into his eyes, staining my hands with his blood, as did the blood of so many others. It was the same kind of poison as that which was intended for Captain Curnow. I then unfolded my blade as soon as I placed it against his throat, a quick decapitation.

"Corvo!" Havelock immediately dropped his own glass and drew his sword while pushing me away, Martin approaching as well, fortunately, the Outsider's gift was a saving grace, I slowed time, blinking behind Martin, running him through with my sword, and firing my only bullet into Havelock's head, everyone looking on in horror, stunned at what I just did, I returned everything to it's normal pace, the three corpses disappearing before them, with the apparent signal that nobody else was planning this, I placed a hand next to the poison that had been splashed onto the bar.

"Poison." Was the lone word that explained it all. "Tyvian stuff." No matter what they try, I will continue to fight for what I believe in until I need not anymore.

I continued to fight for Emily to rule.

I'll just leave you to figure out what happened next, consider it more efficient fic fuel than Whale Oil.