“The sun still rises.” He’s not wrong. In a half hour or so it will hang in the sky for a while and then start to plunge down into the clouds; but for now it is still climbing. In Dunwall, his corners of Dunwall, it’s hard to tell whether the sun rises or sets due to the vast amount of smoke and smog that clogs the air.
Ah. He was halfway hoping that the man would ignore him. Trapped as he is in social interaction of his own making, he nods. “Restless sleep leads to restless waking. You don’t look too good yourself.”