#icetones

immediately my mind went to the chibi from ranch...... pov ur sonic and god looks at u like this:

(Also the lighting in general is phenomenal in helping support the narrative moments and theming. Like, when katya revealed her betrayal, both her and goncharov were in shadow, separated by one weak streetlight)

WAIT HOLY SHITTT i never noticed that!!! but now that you mention it, yeah. the entire film feels like this painting:

which, actually, makes the framing of goncharov’s death so interesting - we see him opening the door to the chapel before goes to die w/ the closeup of his bloodied hand on the doorknob, which just further contributes to the idea that death is the only escape in goncharov.

"What is pride, honor?" Asks Therion.

Olberic startles at the question. The two had been walking, silently, for however long it took the sun to go from noon to sunset. The rest sat comfortably in some inn at some table in Saintsbridge, but Therion had needed out, and Olberic was himself restless in its calm.

He thinks, quiet footsteps and an expectant gaze. "I do not know, to be quite honest. I lost mine when Hornburg fell," Olberic all but grunted. The memory was rawer, now, the meeting with Erhardt in the desert grit in the wound. He hoped it did not show on his face.

"Yet you are still honor-bound," says Therion, tone still the careful flat of indifference Olberic knows the thief uses when he is defensive. "You're a knight of a fallen kingdom. You say you've lost your pride, but to loose you must've had. What was it like, when you had it?"

"Everything I ever did was for the throne. The king was my liege, and I was to protect him. My pride came from every challenge I was his champion for. My honor from the strength of our country, from the stability I could provide," Olberic found himself clenching the hilt of his blade, its rough leather biting into his hand even after all these years. "I cannot claim to have pride or honor when I failed to protect my home. I am honor-bound the way you are greed-bound, a motivation to find where I fit."

Therion is quiet, then. He stares off, picking absently at the hem of his poncho. Olberic has to wonder if the hair blocking his eye impedes his vision at all. He speaks again, after a time, near whispering, "There's no honor in the cliffs. There is no pride in falling from them. I was just wondering what it felt like, 's all."

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD.

OK WHERE DO I BEGIN WITH THIS. I'M SO HAPPY YOU THINK MY ART FITS THE GAME FIRST OF ALL!!!!!!! I LOVE OCTOPATH SO IT BRINGS ME SO MUCH JOY THAT YOU IMAGINE MY COMICS AS PART OF THE UNIVERSE <333333333 it really means a lot!!!!!

SECOND OF ALL, THIS IS FANTASTIC. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPRESS WITH WORDS HOW THIS SMALL THOUGHT OF YOURS MADE ME FEEL.. it's so raw and powerful and i adore it so so so so much..

Since i don't think words will suffice to express how much this message overall means to me, here's a quick drawing made for you <3 my hand hurts quite a bit so i couldn't give it as much detail as i would normally like but i hope you like it either way!!!