Digital illustration. Harry Du Bois looks down at his ID card, dejected. Kim Kitsuragi stands, nonplussed. Silhouettes of various alcoholic beverage glasses are behind them. Text: "You - 'I thought my rank was *drunk.*"
Digital illustration. Harry looks at his ID card, displaying a younger portrait of him, his full name, and his title. He tilts the ID card to see his ragged old face staring back. Text: "Harrier Du Bois, Lieutenant Double Yefreitor" ; "Tilt"
Digital illustration. Harry looks up at Kim. Behind them is a silhouette of Harry, made up of paper, gunshots, coffee stains, and inkblots. Stray papers fly away. Text: "Kim Kitsuragi - 'Yes, apparently you've had a rather successful career in the past, and this leads me to believe"
Digital illustration. Harry stands in a dark void. He is small, alone, standing on a road. Alcohol bottles, cigarette boxes, and pill bottles loom above him, twice or thrice his size. pills rain from above. The bright light of a Kineema barreling down the road glares directly at Harry. Text: "maybe your *current situation*"
The fact that Harry can say this same phrase to Jean and Kim really hurts me. Badly #discoelysium #art