Book 2 - Transcript

PANEL 1: Eleanor, her eyes yellow.

FEN: And she is never far from my thoughts. A vice I will never shake. I can feel her breath on my skin — even now.

PANEL 2: Eleanor in profile, staring at a bust of herself and smoking a cigarette.

FEN: I know she is just as untethered as me. A ghost. A shadow walking among mortals. I can feel it wearing on her.

PANEL 3: Eleanor in a car, glancing out the window.

FEN: She is just far better at hiding the damage. Better than me, I guess.