Corvo nods. It's a sign of appreciation, an unspoken moment of respect. But he's talked enough, his head filled with the sight of Jessamine in his arms, begging him.

And the note left in the Void that read YOU CANNOT SAVE HER.

Having Richter understand doesn't make him feel better, necessarily, but there's a sort of solidarity in it. One day, he'll ask him the story. One day, maybe when it will matter.

But until then, he's content to lapse into silence.