When I finished junkRIOT I was nervous. It had gotten alot of notice at the end and I was very worried how the reconciliation of the story would work. Most of the comics I read never reach conclusions or stop being updated before they can. More often then not, to me, When comics end, if they do not end well enough, people are dissatisfied or have a want of further closure.
At the time I had every intention of returning to the universe and telling more of the story as Chris and everyone went their ways to college. As he and Alice went to Texas, the end of their relationship, the development of Lina's recovery. But as much as I love them and their stories I just cannot find the motivation to return to them. I don't even entertain the thought of redrawing it better. No that chapter is closed. Though I have thought about doing another comic about death since recently I have experienced just what part of junkRIOT was about, coping with the unexpected early death of a loved one.
No junkRIOT is finished. And though I felt alot of apprehension while working on those last few pages, fretting over the wording and contexts, I am pleased with how I ended it.
And even today, reading now what I wrote for Chris back then as the last page I know that what I wrote is true, having now experienced it myself.

And as I ink the last two pages of the first story of avernyght I feel apprehensive. I feel nervous. I feel inadequate. But I do know this isn't the end, it's only the beginning, from here on the world is going to explode out before the audience. Basics are laid, the universe explained. Nothing is truly foreign now. I used to be worried about the style of inking that the comic took. Wobbly unstraight uneveness, but now i know that it fits the world, it fits the comic. I am pleased, and I hope the viewers are too.