They were all gone. All gone but him. The unicorn lay his head against the wall and chuckled to himself, and the empty bottle by his hooves rolled forward as he inadvertently touched it. The good news had come and that had meant more drinking. Had it been a good idea? He wasn't in any state to judge that.
Someone came up from behind him. "Hey there. Are you alright?" a voice asked. It was a mare, but not one he recognised. He turned around to see a greyish pegasus with a wavy green mane walking towards.
"I am," he replied, and he almost tumbled before catching himself. "I'm more than alright. Heard the news? We won!"
"I did," the pegasus said. "Actually, I'll be heading to the Empire soon myself to help along." She noticed the smell of his breath, and then the bottle. "Do you need help with something? I can bring you back to the other room if you want."
The unicorn shook his head and looked down. "Oh, no. That won't be necessary. But thank you." He stayed like that for a little, just leaning against the wall as the mare looked at him unsure. "Say. Has Princess Twilight told you much about me?" he asked.
"Well, not exactly," the pegasus replied after a moment of thinking. "We don't even know your name. All we do know is that you're from another world, and you're basically an expert when it comes to scales and stuff. That and you're obviously helping out with figuring out the Behemoth."
"To be fair, neither do I know yours," the stallion said, but he held up a hoof to stop the other before she could speak and answer his implied question. "It's no matter. I prefer it this way." He sighed, then looked drunkenly to the side. "It's true. I'm from a different world." His eyes turned to line up with the mare's. "Do you know what happened to the other ponies who were in that world?"
The mare shook her head, suddenly a little taken aback by the pony's tone and attitude. "I don't," she confirmed.
The stallion opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, breathing out of it as he forced himself to be focused enough to talk. "They died," he told her. "They all died. I'm the only one left." He very briefly, spontaneously chuckled. "Do you think that might mean something?" he asked. "They're all gone and I'm here. I survived them. What do you think that means?"
The mare drew back, unsure of what to say and partly frightened by the stallion. "I don't know." She wasn't sure how to react, at once saddened and disturbed by the notion of so many ponies dying and afraid of the one standing there and his attitude towards the event. "Is it going to happen to our world too?"
That made the unicorn stop. He looked down and he sighed, and leaned fully into the wall to his side. "Not if we can help it," he said.