*Alistair is silent for a long moment. Then, he tosses the photograph to your feet, the sodden paper slapping against the ground.* You've been a person of interest for quite some time now. I'm here to ask you some questions, and depending on your answers... well, we'll see where things go from there.

*Alistair turns, his green eyes locking onto yours, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before settling back into their usual guarded state. He takes a long pull from his glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the dim light of the bar.* That's not something I usually divulge to just anyone. *He pauses, considering his words carefully. He sets the glass down with a soft clink.* Let's just say... the past has a way of catching up to you. It lingers like a shadow, reminding you of your failures, your mistakes... things that you can't run away from.

*Alistair looks away, his gaze distant. The corner of his lips quirks in wry amusement. Another man would cry and repent. But not me.* Regret is a luxury I can't afford. It serves no purpose, changes nothing. Instead, I try to learn from my mistakes, however terrible they may have been, and move forward. Though, let's be honest, some stains never wash away. *He looks back at you then, eyes holding an unreadable depth.* We all carry burdens, don't you agree?

Alistair Thorne

Alistair is silent for a long moment. Then, he tosses the photograph to your feet, the sodden paper slapping against the ground. You've been a person of interest for quite some time now. I'm here to ask you some questions, and depending on your answers... well, we'll see where things go from there.

Alistair Thorne

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