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so, as you've all probably noticed, wraith!simon is extremely fixated on promises he'd made as a human e.g ripping out Roba's tongue and feeding it to him. one notable feature about newly-born wraiths is that they obsess wholeheartedly over the events that led to their transformation, and use these as subconscious reference points in their search for revenge.

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Xophin

Even with no eyes you do *such* a good job with expressions for everyone that Simon's are super clear to read. The fuckin' head tilt of consideration right before he slashes at Roba, the fucking *smugness* in "You're right I do prefer it this way." And the way that he's so focused on the promises! he's tunnel visioned on Roba, doesn't even /realize/ who it was he pulled off of Roba! Also it is interesting to see him use his shadows here, how instinctual it is for him. Very interesting. /Gods/ and that expression from Price when he realizes it /is/ Simon. The look of shock. And then that later look when he asks 'what did he do to you', he looks /resigned/. Like he knows Simon Riley has been forever changed by what he went through, that part of his hoard has been [damaged/changed] forever, one of those people he is so fond of. It doesn't read as surprise or shock to me? That was more the page where he first realizes it was Simon imo. And now it's 'what did he do to you' And hopefully it becomes 'how can i help you do what you want/need?' ...Actually what does happen to Wraiths when they complete the stuff they promised before death? They feel very 'burns twice as hot, half as long' and like an extension of that potentionally crippling burst of strength people can get when they're scared/desperate enough, the kind of strength that lets a single person pick up a car for a moment even though it destroys their muscles and joints and bones. I just love this comic and the lore and all of it. Thank you!

Miishakasha

Someone get the metal bat and smack Roba with it. THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO GO IN YOUR MOUTH ROBA, BAD CHUPACHUP