Strange nods. Feels the itch to write this down; remembers he can’t.
“I suppose that makes sense, given everything,” he says. “The effects on memory being slower and more gradual with habitual use, but that withdrawal then heightening it, worsening it on its way out. When you say picking up the memories and reordering them, what does that entail— was it simply disorientation, or were they hallucinations? Did you stop all usage at once, or taper off more gradually? Do you know if there’s a tendency in former templars between one or the other approach? Either one being more dangerous or life-threatening, for example.”
It’s a quick, business-like recitation of queries, clearly ready-to-hand, the itching medical curiosity he’s stockpiled but hasn’t had a chance to indulge until now. With the angle and drive of these questions, Strange’s motive and agenda isn’t too hard to intuit: he wants to be prepared to usher the next one through it. If there is a next one. (If he has his druthers, there’ll be more someday.)
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“I suppose that makes sense, given everything,” he says. “The effects on memory being slower and more gradual with habitual use, but that withdrawal then heightening it, worsening it on its way out. When you say picking up the memories and reordering them, what does that entail— was it simply disorientation, or were they hallucinations? Did you stop all usage at once, or taper off more gradually? Do you know if there’s a tendency in former templars between one or the other approach? Either one being more dangerous or life-threatening, for example.”
It’s a quick, business-like recitation of queries, clearly ready-to-hand, the itching medical curiosity he’s stockpiled but hasn’t had a chance to indulge until now. With the angle and drive of these questions, Strange’s motive and agenda isn’t too hard to intuit: he wants to be prepared to usher the next one through it. If there is a next one. (If he has his druthers, there’ll be more someday.)