there is a last place you will ever go, a last door you will ever walk through, a last sight you will ever see. and every step you take is moving you closer. the end of the world is a billion, billion tiny moments and somewhere unnoticed, in silence or darkness… it has already begun.
Ryan: White is not black, Doctor Lamb – down is not up, and straw is not gold. Look around you. Rapture is no miracle – it is a product of reason, impossible unless one and one are two, and A equates to A.
(Crowd murmur, tense, some agreement)
Lamb: And yet… alone, each man is a prisoner to bias. Dream, delusion, or the pain of a phantom limb – to one man, they are as real as rain. Reality is consensus… and the people are losing faith. Take a walk Andrew. It is raining in Rapture… and you have simply chosen not to notice.
I just wanted to draw them looking cool in chairs.
Clarice M. Starling, how I imagine her in the book “Hannibal”… I kept her hair brown just to keep some consistency with how I usually draw Clarice. But she’s now a veteran in the FBI. Complete with gunpowder beauty mark from her run in with Buffalo Bill!
And Dr. Hannibal Lecter of course… in a pin striped suit cuz yum.