
ALT digital two panel comic panel 1. thancred in the foreground, disgruntled, and wol in the background, indignant THANCRED: i'm tanking WoL: WHAT. NO? I'M tanking. panel 2. both of them faded into the foreground. alphinaud, alisaie, urianger and ryne (as minfilia) watching in concern and displeasure THANCRED: i'm the expac tank WoL: I'M THE FUCKING POSTER JOB? AND i was tank first THANCRED: I've had GLA/PLD animations longer than you've held a greatsword WoL: yeah Poser my starting class was MARAUDER THANCRED: for all of what. 10 minutes WoL: I HAVE THE BIGGER SWORD
![monochrome digital comic with a black background, featuring artist's wol and thancred. it depicts a hand around a tankard. lahabrea's ascian sigil faintly appears in the contents, followed by a close up of thancred's eyes, and then wol interrupting his brooding WoL: well enough to drink, are you? THANCRED: might he who has taken ill not indulge? WoL: [having all but collapsed on a seat next to him] but of course - pardon me. [hesitating] thancr- THANCRED: not a scratch on my person.](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/G5PIx9gXoAAXEap.jpg?name=small&format=webp)
ALT monochrome digital comic with a black background, featuring artist's wol and thancred. it depicts a hand around a tankard. lahabrea's ascian sigil faintly appears in the contents, followed by a close up of thancred's eyes, and then wol interrupting his brooding WoL: well enough to drink, are you? THANCRED: might he who has taken ill not indulge? WoL: [having all but collapsed on a seat next to him] but of course - pardon me. [hesitating] thancr- THANCRED: not a scratch on my person.
![continuation of comic THANCRED: [out of panel] from the praetorium. wol appears shocked, mildly vexed, and then turns away WoL: my skill is unparalleled. THANCRED: quite. they sit in silence. thancred takes a sip from his tankard. wol makes to leave. he has a hand on their arm before either realizes](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/G5PJSgRWgAAVHzA.png?name=small&format=webp)
ALT continuation of comic THANCRED: [out of panel] from the praetorium. wol appears shocked, mildly vexed, and then turns away WoL: my skill is unparalleled. THANCRED: quite. they sit in silence. thancred takes a sip from his tankard. wol makes to leave. he has a hand on their arm before either realizes

ALT continuation of comic. thancred awkwardly keeps wol in place before having a thought and tugging them closer. they grow increasingly flustered, realizing the unspoken proposition, before indignantly agreeing

ALT continuation of comic. thancred shirtless and brooding again. he looks at wol on the other side of the bed, touching a hand to his own neck, then turns to face their back. THANCRED: asleep already? how elderly. (because he's a creep,) he slowly moves the covers off their shoulder to expose more of their back, searching for any signs of scarring and coming up empty

ALT colored digital comic. first panel: xion looking a thousand miles ahead. roxas peeking from her right. she says: (misspelled intentionally) do uyou guys hear thaq t ominous bell tolling second panel: axel looking in her direction, roxas peeking from his left. he says: yeah we're like, on the clock tower the last panel is a screenshot directly from the game of the three of them sitting on top of twilight town's clock tower. a text bubble reads: oh.

ALT digital sketch. thancred (hvw/stb) helping wol (who is fully clad in dragoon armor and splattered with blood) walk. both have their backs to the viewer. THANCRED: why is it that i keep finding you in ever sorrier states? WoL: stop looking. 'sides, none of it's mine. THANCRED: please. like you'd know your blood from a qiqirn's.

ALT digital sketch. three panels panel 1: ryne (as 'minfilia') looking at the viewer, shoulders slightly hunched. lyrics read: (top text) my name is brutus and my name means (bottom text) heavy panel 2: ryne with her hands clasped together, leaned down a little. lyrics overlaid above her eyes read: so with a heavy heart panel 3: ryne's clasped hands, now around one of her daggers. lyrics read: (top) i'll guide this dagger (middle) into (bottom) the heart of my enemy

ALT continuation. lyric to the top left, in a blank space: my whole life, dual panels showing half of ranjit's face, and half of thancred's, both with their arms held up in defence. lyrics read: you were a teacher and friend to me final panel: ryne with her dagger held high behind her, poised to strike, head down. the first oracle of light watching her. lyrics read: please know my actions are not motivated only by envy







