Also under the table is a stick of gum and a half finished game of tic-tac-toe that Dimanika and Mink have been playing for the past 400 years.
Abyss’ face in that last panel will likely be the greatest face I will have ever drawn in my entire life.
It’s not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours. I can’t tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it, myself. — Joyce Maynard
This is not the first time Mink has stared into the Abyss. And this won’t be the last time the Abyss makes warghle-blarghle noises back.
In a world where everyone mourns differently and there are so many cultures consisting of different coloured characters, it can be rather hard finding a universal constant.