Nothing can be a greater driving force in this world than Obsession. An obsession that began with a simple battlefield which was not even relevant anymore in Alabasta's eyes. What he cared about was the inhuman monster that was born out of it. A being of pure evil that wore the mask of a voyeuristic entertainer who appeared to mess with the lives on the surface.
But Alabasta knew the ugly truth, the one that everyone else kept ignoring. Though those words, he can't say clearly, for few knew or even understood what dreams were since the great ban. And his own knowledge of the subject would have deemed him to be a blasphemer. That was when he was powerless and the case is not the same anymore.