"No." Corvo says it without even stopping to think. They are not his kind, he would not even count the few like him in his own world as his kind--and he's sure Daud and Granny Rags would feel no differently. He only stops to think after he has spoken, and realizes that some sort of explanation may be necessary. One, he'd prefer, without sharing too much of his past.

"Those who use magic in my world...many of them see it as a power to use over others. They become corrupted with it. They did terrible things. The only one that I know who wields the magic and hasn't committed atrocities is already here." The Outsider, for better or worse, has done no particular ills with his magic that Corvo knew of--unless giving his abilities to those who had done horrible things with them counted.

He turns to look at Cassandra, face impassive. "I hope that the magic-wielders of your world are better controlled."