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.transcribed by in Comic Transcript LanguagesEnglish