And Strange is instantly uncomfortable hearing that thick tremble in her voice, the wobbling sob. He’s allergic to sentiment, to overt displays of emotion, and it twists like a blade in his stomach. Please. He wishes he could say that that personal entreaty means something to him, but it still doesn’t. He doesn’t know if that makes him heartless. But he was, once upon a time, a supposed hero that people went to for help— that a kid once went to for help—
(although he can’t remember that name or face either, it’s only a blur if he tries, and if he tries too hard all he can settle on is that there were only two of them, right? the girl and the kid with the affinity for the sling ring?)
and anyway, that still means something. Plucky superheroes don’t ignore the call to action. Please don’t abandon me. So. Strange rolls the speaking crystal between his hands for a moment, mulling over what to do. ]
Either you’re experiencing an extremely odd and unfortunate magical malady, or this is an extremely clumsy infiltration attempt. Either way, it’s interesting. Maybe you’re visiting from a different timeline so you have memories of us but not vice versa, something like that’s happened before—
[ There’s a familiar focused intention in his voice: he’s working the problem. Thinking. How do you disprove a loss? Still pondering, he keeps picking away for more information: ]
What were your skills that meant I summoned you? You’re good with kids, a nanny? [ He’s desperately hoping it’s something more interesting than that. ]
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And Strange is instantly uncomfortable hearing that thick tremble in her voice, the wobbling sob. He’s allergic to sentiment, to overt displays of emotion, and it twists like a blade in his stomach. Please. He wishes he could say that that personal entreaty means something to him, but it still doesn’t. He doesn’t know if that makes him heartless. But he was, once upon a time, a supposed hero that people went to for help— that a kid once went to for help—
(although he can’t remember that name or face either, it’s only a blur if he tries, and if he tries too hard all he can settle on is that there were only two of them, right? the girl and the kid with the affinity for the sling ring?)
and anyway, that still means something. Plucky superheroes don’t ignore the call to action. Please don’t abandon me. So. Strange rolls the speaking crystal between his hands for a moment, mulling over what to do. ]
Either you’re experiencing an extremely odd and unfortunate magical malady, or this is an extremely clumsy infiltration attempt. Either way, it’s interesting. Maybe you’re visiting from a different timeline so you have memories of us but not vice versa, something like that’s happened before—
[ There’s a familiar focused intention in his voice: he’s working the problem. Thinking. How do you disprove a loss? Still pondering, he keeps picking away for more information: ]
What were your skills that meant I summoned you? You’re good with kids, a nanny? [ He’s desperately hoping it’s something more interesting than that. ]