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Chapter: Luta e Fuga
infelizmente já não me lembro de onde é que arranjei o vitral
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2 Panels.
Panel 1: Manel, cigar on his mouth, looks at Eurico. He looks away. Takes the cigar off as the two of them contemplate the missing altar.
Panel 2: Manel exhales smoke as he ponders. The visuals behind him include a mix of broken tiles and a shattered tinted glass figure.
Manel: Yeah, you know, like... This is shit, man. That's what this is. This shit shouldn't happen. Almost makes one wonder if there's a god watching us at all. Wasn't he supposed to be on OUR side?
Panel 1: Manel, cigar on his mouth, looks at Eurico. He looks away. Takes the cigar off as the two of them contemplate the missing altar.
Panel 2: Manel exhales smoke as he ponders. The visuals behind him include a mix of broken tiles and a shattered tinted glass figure.
Manel: Yeah, you know, like... This is shit, man. That's what this is. This shit shouldn't happen. Almost makes one wonder if there's a god watching us at all. Wasn't he supposed to be on OUR side?
In re “unfortunately I no longer recall where i got the glass picture from”, I’d guess north central Europe of England in the early industrial age copying the Baroque, or early 1900s, just based on the glass. It’s not Tiffany and it really doesn’t feel Medieval or earlier.