“I want the eyes of OKB to tell all,” Bill said, ready to pile on the compliments to keep his actor happy. “You’ll cast the shadow of a monster, but when we come in close and see your eyes? You have eyes that carry weight, eyes that have seen too much. When that helmet is pulled down and your face is partly hidden, isolated between those scars and the hard line of that steel helmet, your eyes are as deep as a moonless night. You’re Mars—the god of War. Sentenced to roam until there is no more war to fight.”
