A beat of silence, then.
โI donโt need your help. I need you to let me help you before the thing inside you decides it doesnโt need permission.โ
โWell, if it was me, odds are there were big aliens involved. Unfortunately, that doesnโt narrow it down much these days.โ
He takes in the uncertainty โ not just in Bobโs words, but in the way he wears them. Like someone trying to hold their reflection together in a broken
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โ I thinkโฆmaybe I saw you once . โ
trying to figure it out ใ คโฑ was he just high at the time or not , unsure . It all blurs together at points , screws with reality somewhat
โ withโฆthe big aliens .แฃ maybe .แฃ I dunno โโ but uh , the title is cool . โ
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broken mirror. Strange doesnโt mock it. Doesnโt pity it. He justโฆ understands it.
โI need you to trust me when I say thisโฆ Thereโs something inside you. Itโs hungry. It wears your voice like a mask and waits for cracks to slip through.โ
โNoโฆ I imagine it isnโt.โ
He doesnโt move closer โ not yet. But the sharpness in his gaze softens, just a little. He takes in the slouched posture, the uncertainty, the absence of ego. Itโs not what he expected.
โMy name is Dr. Stephen Strange. Sorcerer Supreme.โ
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โ Right name , butโฆ I donโt think iโm all that..strong . โ
Brows furrow , he finally stands to his feet ใ คโฑ shoulders pulled in , makes him look less intimidating . You truly wouldnโt believe heโs the almighty Sentry .
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His eyes? Sharp. Calculating. Like heโs watching a lit match hovering over a lake of gasoline.
โBob Reynolds. The man with the power of a million exploding suns.โ Dryly.
A beat of silence.
โThatโsโฆ comforting.โ
He takes one more step, the wind fluttering his collar.
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Itโs the sparks which catch the manโs attention , forcing him to sit up ใ คโฑ hands rubbing his eyes
Something tells him he shouldโฆknow the man in front of him , but maybe thatโs some multiversal thing going at his mind
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A golden portal spins open in the empty air, sparking against the cold wind. Doctor Strange steps through slowly, the Cloak of Levitation curling behind him like a living thing, alert.
He steps forward, keeping a measured distance. His hands remain relaxed โ not defensive.