#more like toxotes rereads an old journal and goes wow! that's dark!

[toxotesj]

“Not everything is about love,” Booker said.

“Isn’t it?” asked Nicky.

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Transcription of first panel under cut (the text just didn't look right in the font I picked for the comic)

For those who cannot read my handwriting:

Left of Booker as he sits on the towel, on the hand caressing Jean-Pierre's face: was there love here?

Across Jean-Pierre's shoulders: Jean-Pierre! Je t'en supplie, mon fils! Pardonne-moi! If I could, I would, I swear!

Below him, in the shadows of four rocks that look like gravestones: I HATE YOU

As if I would not have given my life! I loved him. It didn't matter. I had believed until then in a great purpose. Jean-Pierre made me realize I had fooled myself. I loved him, but what did it change?

Below the crow, on the right:

What I did in Russia-- was it really to get me home to my family? Was it only fear? I caught the bird. Tore its throat out with my teeth. Man's gotta eat, right? Maybe most men....

In the shadow of the umbrella: And the thing is, it didn't matter. I didn't live long enough to eat the damn thing. I knew I'd hang again first. The futility makes me feel more an animal than having eaten the live crow.

In the center, over the towel, next to Booker's open book:

Love, humanity-- both seemed only veneers over the AWFUL ENTROPY of the UNIVERSE.