We're very close to the end now, and this issue really feels like it. This last storyline feels very much like a final tour of all the neighbourhoods and people that Matty has come to know through the past 5 years, a journey made up very much of goodbyes. The issue opens with a scene very reminiscent of the end moments of all those other modern wars we're familiar with from 24 hr news cycles. A suicide bombing performed by someone clearly unhappy with the direction that peace is taking them. Wood ties it to Roth by way of a phonecall, and from there explores the deepseated guilt that Matty feels about it all. He goes to Wilson's funeral, and admits that as much as he wanted to be the man's friend, he knows their relationship was as much about what the other could provide them with. He visits the bombsite of Central Park and is confronted with a dying Soames, a man he very likely consigned to slow agonising death. The war has ended perhaps, but Wood was never going to let his protaganist off the hook. He was always a flawed hero and it's time for some kind of a reckoning. As is true for the story, it's hard to come up with fresh superlatives for Burchielli's art, but just check the bomb scene at the start. Wood's script is gone, it's just storytelling with complete faith in the penciller and Burchielli as always is aces. Throw in another beautiful JP Leon cover (and there is nothing like these things on the stands) and you have another quietly perfect issue. Maybe no one's really talking about it these days, but those of us that read know how much we'll miss it.