Walked hundred miles
Went all the way on my own
I was all alone

A simple pic whom I wanted to practice backlights and cell shading, perhaps the efect got a bit lost in some parts and I could have done a better job texturing more than just his pants, which makes me think if it's worth the shot using patterns like those in comics, I don't really know.

As for the pic itself, it's the way I feel, having to stay away and with no companion other than my sword, as I unwittingly hurt my friends, friends whom I prefer leaving behind than getting them in danger, at the same time than trying to fend off my enemies, and I'm neither strong nor cunning enough to finish the job, underneat my armor, behind my mask I'm really someone tired of intrigue, lacking on honor and backstabbing, my body and mind have gone beyond their limits, my wings and feet are so tired of fleeing, here on this forgotten place I've stopped to rest, and appealing to a dear friend.... I indulge in a "clean" vice rather than taking pride on a "dirty" virtue.