Alexander:
[standing on the Hindu Kush with Ptolemy]
Yes, I have Babylon. But each land, each boundary I cross lets drip away another illusion. I sense, death will be the last. Yet still I push harder and harder to reach this... home.
[looking into the sky]
Alexander:
Where has our eagle gone? We must go on, Ptolemy... until we find an end.
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