"We both know, Ginjave, this will go on as long as I live. So end it!"

Something like a mirror image of this portrait. But if that part shows Toilivir from the outside, this one shows him from the inside.

I added a small description to that part to emphasize that he was a secretive person, whose personality was covered in shadow for many of his contemporaries. He wasn't demonstrative, and wanted people to see what he did, but not who he was. I think his passion, his dedication to his cause and idea, all this was something personal for him, he didn't want to draw attention to.

And here I wanted to depict this inner part of him. But not as it was for most of his life. Not inspired and striving forward, to new discoveries, but out of control, painful and destructive.

Here he's at the end of his path, facing the one who's responsible for his fate and must stop the fire he started. Death doesn't frighten him. He doesn't care whether he lives or dies. Everything that was important to him was lost or turned into a lie, and he moves in the chosen direction just because he can't do otherwise.

To some extent, this is vent, because I put feelings familiar to me here. Something boiling and furious, inflamed, what doesn't feel like an outburst of emotions, but like a disease. The fear, pain and anger of a disappointed and desperate person who wants to burn himself and the whole world along with him, as he sees it. More internal than external. Perhaps my own disease is not so strong, but it allows me to pass this character through myself. And this is important for me, to see something close in a character who can be called a terrible person. Because I haven't felt like a worthly person for a long time.

Thanks for reading (and sorry for my English)! 🖤