[It's faint, but there's a trace of sadness on his ridiculous albino face. Eventually, Alcor placed his fingers to his chin, sobering up significantly.]

You are still wounded from Nyarlathotep, I can see that in your will. And while I cannot ever claim to know what transpired, I am aware of him as a concept, and know what he is capable of doing.

I cannot expect you to care, however I do care. It is my design. I chose to watch over humanity, and I will not turn my back to a single one of you.