[a week of wandering alone, sleeping in abandoned buildings, and raiding half-looted convenience stores is finally over. Alastair hears the message from the Porter loud and clear, and there really is only one response. He shoves the cats back in their carrier, gathers his things, and hops on his salvaged motorcycle. The stairs extending upward into the universe are easy to see from a distance, so he makes for them at top speed, and lays out the Ducati at the base of the stairs, hopping free of the wreckage before it takes him out too.
He has nothing with which to fight, but he has every last Seal of Oricalchos card in his left hand just in case. Nothing is going to stop him from racing up those stairs and getting to the Porter, getting out...and he's taking the cats with him.
Nobody else matters to him. If anything attacks him, he may die on these stairs. But right now, there isn't anything to live for. It's all the same to Alastair. If he can gain that door and throw himself on the mercy of the machine to please, for the love of god send him home, wonderful. If anything gets in his way, the Seal will eliminate that obstacle. It glows on his forehead for the last time as he runs until his chest burns and lungs ache, and then keeps running.]
so long, farewell
He has nothing with which to fight, but he has every last Seal of Oricalchos card in his left hand just in case. Nothing is going to stop him from racing up those stairs and getting to the Porter, getting out...and he's taking the cats with him.
Nobody else matters to him. If anything attacks him, he may die on these stairs. But right now, there isn't anything to live for. It's all the same to Alastair. If he can gain that door and throw himself on the mercy of the machine to please, for the love of god send him home, wonderful. If anything gets in his way, the Seal will eliminate that obstacle. It glows on his forehead for the last time as he runs until his chest burns and lungs ache, and then keeps running.]