I had this idea after a fun interaction with my friend Moka, who also enjoys the idea of toying around inside someone's headspace, in a more literal sense, through their characters.

Soul is acting as a bit of a substitute here because I consider it to be more of a muse than a headmate; but I've sensed the presence of a kinder voice inside which I've not yet figured out whether it's my own or that of one of the last aspects I'm aware of.

Either way, I like the idea that it's willing to play my mind games by my own convoluted rules, effectively running with my own internal dialogue. Chili, on the other hand, is just fucking done with me and my bullshit.

I'm rather pleased with the posing and expression work in this quick little comic I threw together in about an hour and a half, by my measure. As much as it pains me to look at, I really quite like how absolutely bedraggled and exhausted I look. XD