My grandma had a brain tumor. This hits a little close to home. She didn’t know her own daughters most of the time, but she always remembered who I was.
So… progressive magically-induced dementia. 🙁 Now come the tough questions: How much longer will he be able to be independent? Is there vegetable superhero assisted living?
I’m with Tarnagh, hoping that Katherine can fix him up… or maybe some of Madame Madeleine Deathbunny’s magical soup would do the trick? It had carrots in it… DNA repair?
(that last panel gutted me, BTW…)
Oh, Dave. 🙁
Please tell us he can be fixed somehow. Some day. Now that Katherine knows, maybe she can science something up for him?
i second that. the evil elven magic of that cursed sword has to be broken by kathryns uber-awesome science!
….or sues gazpacho. whatever works best 😉
Write a note to your future self: “You’re having memory problems; Susan is for real; quit being such a jerk”.
Sadly…
“What VILLAIN forged this note? My mind is clear! I will not be deceived!”
🙁
Yep.
WHO THE HELL IS CUTTING ONIONS IN HERE D’:
My grandma had a brain tumor. This hits a little close to home. She didn’t know her own daughters most of the time, but she always remembered who I was.
He has the biggest puppy dog eyes.
*sniff* :'(
I-it’s okay, I didn’t need my heart that bad anyway. Just gonna pick up the pieces real quick and WHY ARE MY EYES WET STOP THAT
But seriously, this page. Wow.
So… progressive magically-induced dementia. 🙁 Now come the tough questions: How much longer will he be able to be independent? Is there vegetable superhero assisted living?
I’m with Tarnagh, hoping that Katherine can fix him up… or maybe some of Madame Madeleine Deathbunny’s magical soup would do the trick? It had carrots in it… DNA repair?
(that last panel gutted me, BTW…)
Oops! Sorry I misspelled your name, Kathryn.
Nope, not crying, just… um… sweating through my eyes.