(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

is beyond the powers of comprehension of all but the most powerful of
powers, and once they understand, they move beyond the veil of mortal
comprehension. I can explain it no more than that. Perhaps, sometime, you
will understand."
"So what are you doing here?" I really did wonder what could possibly
interest a being as powerful as this.
"Why, I am watching the ebb and flow of mortality." He swept his hand,
taking in the whole bar.
I looked about at the smattering of people here, if they could be called that.
The eerie, the dingy, and the demonic were the patrons of this bar, "And
what do you see?"
There was something sure about his movements, something about the way
he moved his hands that seemed to outline a petty thing, "You mortals are
like wasps. You build your lives/nests from the slimmest of branches, and
when the wind shakes your home/life free, you seek to sting the wind to
death. Instead of realizing your foolish mistakes, attempting to repair the
damage you have caused yourselves, and learning from your experience,
you bring harm to any who have the misfortune to blunder near you in your
time of pain and distress. My advice to you -- and to all mortals: Stop acting
like an insect and start acting sentient." He seemed amused as a boy looking
down at a bug.
"The patrons of this place are varied, yet all mortal. Like all mortals, their
concerns are limited, with the potential of blossoming into actual Truth. I
can tell you this, though: You may find a companion dear to your heart here
- at least as dear as your heart will allow. You will need him on your
journey."
I blinked, "What do you know of that?"
He smiled thinly, "I know that your journey takes you far beyond your
journal quest, to the very edges of existence. You will struggle for your life
and your very spirit... and I do not tell you any more regarding this."
I shook my head, "You seem to know much."
"As much as a piece of the very essence of the multiverse can know."
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