"No point in looking back," he said; his voice seemingly snapping him away from his stupor and with enough strength to turn around and start walking away. Away from his ship, away from his past, and away...from nothing at all.

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HAHA! Cheesiness aside, I always liked the idea (for some reason) of Fox becoming more and more bitter as he progressed in age, with the regrets from his younger mercenary days haunting him forever or something. That and due to the fact that I have a hard time portraying youthful characters resulted to this: sad middle-aged Fox looking gloomy...IN TECHNICOLOR VOID!

Also, due to some inspiring works from really inspiring people, I finally forced myself to actually do things painterly. Wish me luck!