"I, uh, didn’t actually think you’d, uh, come."
The man in black sat down next to the man in faded colors, saying nothing.
Of Unstoppable Forces and Immovable Objects
I’m not quite sure what exactly inspired me to envision this, but I kept thinking about how these two guys were destined to oppose each other forever. Since they were unwilling to kill each other they would eventually grow old and tired. How long could they go on, even with their singular brands of madness?
Anyway, here’s how I picture them.