Panel 1: After
our brief visit to Universe B, we have returned to Universe A. Iz A is
in his bathroom, brushing his teeth. We can fully see what a wreck he
is right now; though he appears to have been shaving, he hasn't cut his
hair for so long that it extends substantially below his shoulders. He
has also not brushed it. He is painfully thin. Iz B, as usual, is
present.
Iz B: Who am I?
Panel 2: Iz
A sits at a table and eats his breakfast, which appears to consist of
half a glass of milk and a slice of bread with nothing on it.
Iz B: Who even am I?
Panel 3: Iz A sits on his couch and stares at nothing.
Iz B: Rose is in my room again. I've got my anchor. So who the hell am I?
Panel 4:
Iz A: I don't understand my own life.
Iz B: You and me both, which is sort of the problem.
Alt-Text:
Iz B finds both himself and his other self frustrating. He needs something to punch with the fists he doesn't have.
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