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We are, all of us, growing volcanoes that approach the hour of their eruption; but how near or distant that is, nobody knows — not even God.

[ A pause, after reciting an old quote from a certain philosopher Wilhelm may or may not have an attachment to. There's some soft music playing in the background, but the volume, for once, is turned down to where it's barely audible, just loud enough for a listener to know that it's there. ]

This Tower has endured much. The revelations of our true nature here, the Promethean fall of Dax, and the fate of our worlds...

[ Yes - Wilhelm admits he was wrong about the worlds. It appears the Administrators mislead him. Well played, well played. ]

Though there is but one detail that still eludes me. Something I believed inconsequential to the grand scheme, until now.

What exists outside of the Tower?

[ Yes; there is a reason he is asking this. He leans back into his seat, in his small corner of the library he claimed as his own long ago. Those that regularly spoke with him knew where to find him. ]

Comments

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I was here for the event in question.

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[blockspenguins]

Whoa...what happened? [[Clear from his voice, Endou is obviously impressed. To know that kind of stuff because you've been part of it was really cool...and had to be really important.]]

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A whale crashed into the Tower, creating a breach in its exterior. Monsters poured in from the outside.

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[blockspenguins]

[[If only you could see this blank stare on his face right now.]]

...a...whale? But...aren't we up in the air?

[[Don't whales need water??]]

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Yes. But the whale was flying.