Turns out the discovery was a mixed bag then, sour grapes, not any solid solution to his cursed loneliness, but a possibility of semi-stability. Booker was still someone who could understand, truly understand, even though he didn't share the same eternity. A few thousand years was still a long time.

But it took him six thousand to meet one, who knew when the other would come about. But knowing they were out there... it was a start.

"Wouldn't wish this on anyone anyway," Marcus admitted, starting to accept the news. It got better when they went down with the alcohol.

"I think I'm going to get drunk here tonight," he announced in English since there was nothing more about immortality he wanted to talk about for now. It was more than he wanted already. "You're welcome to join me."