- Who is he?
- A pilot. A soldier... Tell me what you saw?
- I sense the weight of things, things I can't see. Pain, fear... need. Most beings carry the things that shaped them. They carry the past. But some... very few... your pilot... They're gathering as they go. There's a purpose to it. He's a messenger. There's some place he needs to be (c)
As usual - paper, watercolor, color pencils, white gouache












