#0073. Outside the anteroom of the secret place is Alistair, he is a friendly face, so sadly drunken. He spills secrets because his mind is addled. Sad thing, that. Such a waste. Friendly face. Sadly stumbling. This is all it is, that's his big secret. To endure you need to waste yourself. Burn up in the atmosphere or live immortal in the wallow. He knows the right choice. He gives the answer to anyone who will ask. He is the reason I can hear the Giant's cry from the edge of space. Alistair is everyone. I am as foreign to him as he is to me. He's the one who's not alone.
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