BREAKER OF INFINITIES 4-167 to 4-168
Chapter: 4
“Prim strode on, and the road stretched before her, taunting. The horizon unfurled itself again and again at each dawn, the sickening play of sunrise and sunset a never-ending, nauseating whirl, meaningless and endless.
After a thousand more days of walking, something broke in Prim, and her gaze no longer turned to the side of the road, nor caught on its many culverts, streams, or diversions. It no longer rested on the idea of a pleasant end, but the idea of ending. A primal dread and a terrible fury caught a hold of her and animated her limbs.
Prim began to run. And after a hundred days more, she began to sprint. She neither slept nor rested, and became a wild, tattered thing.”
– Prim masters the road.
man I feel sorry for Jadis. She provides a quiet, comfortable place to live, perfect prosthetic replacements to help and Alli just rips them off.
Just look at her face. That is the face of someone who cooked a lovely dinner but their teen wants pizza instead.
I find it hilarious that to support the artistic style of somewhat extra big eyes, that when said eye is in the palm of the hand, it is the size of a lemon
I am reminded of a demon who was frozen in a block of ice for his treachery.
And if thy eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee…if you’re nuts.
Finally, she has returned to us.
Odin reigns with one eye, for it was a sacrifice. All-is-one is learning.
What a cruel depiction of self-harm. Thoughtless. I liked this comic, it really didn’t need this.
It wasn’t her real arm or eye, so was it really self-harm? Their hidden presence damaged her sense of self, so was she happened more by their installation or their removal?
I’m more inclined to believe that the comic is carefully, thoughtfully written and illustrated than to believe any of it is thoughtless. Just because you don’t agree with it or appreciate it doesn’t mean that it’s wrong or careless. Sometimes powerful, valuable things are discomforting.
Standing on the edge of the crater
Like the prophets once said
And the ashes are all cold now
No more bullets and the embers are dead
Whispers in the air tell the tales
Of the brothers gone
Desolation, devastation
What a mess we made, when it all went wrong
Watching from the edge of the circus
For the games to begin
Gladiators draw their swords
Form their ranks for Armageddon
“I knew this was coming, and it still creeped me out”
Poor Jadis.