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Panel 1 [Still shot from behind of the pair of them, Brutality comes up to Barzillai, sliding one hand across his back to tightly grip his shoulder. Chummy & sinister gesture at once.]

BRUTALITY:
It’s about time.

Panel 2 [Brutality slides into view, looking over at Barzillai who’s keeping his eyes ahead of him with a wince. Now, seen up close, Brutality manifests as a nautical wound-man of sorts. He appears to be a young white man with a patchy dark mustache and goatee, and he’s riddled with injuries. There’s a bullet entry wound above his brow, blood running down from it over an eye that’s permanently closed. His other eye is intact but blank, and the flesh and skin of his jaw on the opposite side is torn away with bloodied gums and teeth visible. A noose hangs from around his neck as well.]

BRUTALITY:
Good evening, Barzillai.

Panel 3 [Brutality looks down at where Barzillai is holding his torso. The ghost is wearing a wry expression]

BRUTALITY:
That wound in your belly acting up? Apologies, but I needed something to encourage you.