...well, hell. There’s so much in all of these-- the Collector’s tea party with the Coven Heads, King clinging to his mother even as she’s in beast form, Lilith ragdolled on the floor, Kikimora getting in good with Boscha by actually comforting her through the misery she’d rather hide under power, Matt drawing on his goddamn fucking stubble to look more like his brother, Eda trying to cut hair with only one arm. and the reflection... the reflection of King with his family, while the Collector stares up at his archive, all the creatures he’s gathered none of whom love him like Eda does King.












