Killers' Chat

A quick, mostly-done illo for a weird story I wrote about an assassin whose outlook on the world is shaped by his idea that he is never the same man from one minute to the next - he is constantly adapting, always escaping notice by belonging exactly where he is.

Anyway, his employers betray him, he kills the guy who came to kill him, escapes in a zodiac, and spends an afternoon chatting with the corpse while hallucinating from dehydration and blood loss.