There's at least one other one

I was pokin through my old files the other night (alternately cringing and loling, my god some of these) and I came across this old thing. I sort of liked it, so I thought I'd clean it up properly, haha. In the process though I had to pretty much redraw the entire thing. You can compare it to the original version here from... 2005? Jesus.

Given that Scriabin is a voice in Edgar's head, he means what he says very literally here.

I know the all white background totally looks like a cop out but Edgar's mental space is usually just pure white nothing because he's tremendously boring of various reasons, and that's the only place where the two of them can physically talk like so, so. YOU GET CELSHADING INSTEAD, ENJOY

I can't remember if I ever eventually worked this exchange into the actual fic, hmm.


Edgar Vargas (c) Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Scriabin (c) meeeeeeeeee