“When your sorrows are measured in centuries, your lost loved ones driven to extinction, and your problems literally ‘big as the world,’ then, and only then may you presume to tell me of ‘tragedy.'”
Artist’s Note: The Old One’s head turned out a little more proportional in this sketch, even though I was working from the original. I knew that something was off, but I couldn’t tell what- his head’s not as bulky and his neck turned out a little longer than it ought to be.
