Living in dark and violent cyberpunkish world, earning your bread and butter as a freelancer, life can be harsh, More so when you are on a campaign of revenge against your old employer who made you what you are. And even more so when this old employer happens to be one of the largest Megacorporations.
Allies, acquaintances and sometimes friends will fall. And sometimes ... they die by your very own hands for being on the wrong side of this fight.
Sometimes all that is left are memories.

Not sure how I really deserved that, but I got surprised by another gift picture. This time made by arovaq
No cub picture, but a more musing, darker picture of my other self ... contemplating over lost friends and what he had to do in the past.
I really like the mood captured in the picture ^_^ Thaaaank you very, very much for this gift!
(And because I made the same mistake: It's not a religious picture, Ghostbear is not praying. Whatever faith he might have had in the beginning (which he did not, he's an agnostic, just like me), he would have lost it in this world. He just needs two hands to hold the dog tags of a fallen friend, because responsibility weights so heavy sometimes)