( De Cedoux has, of course, told him that that wasn’t how her abilities worked: hers were domestic magicks, little trifles. But something about this comment in particular makes Strange’s own reaction turn puzzled, blankly curious.
But you can change that, he thinks; the same way that he fell slipshod and roughscrabble into a fighting life. )
I was forty years old before I saw my first battle, and got to training, ( is what he offers. Without pressure, simply a factual statement trying to feel out the edges of this incongruous disjoint. ) Someone hands you a flaming magic sword, you learn quick how to use it.
( Stephen Strange had been a moneyed surgeon with soft hands; Mordo had practically killed him on the training field the first time they scrapped. They had been lessons hard-learned and they left him the better for it. But he doesn’t push. It’s her choice. It’s just—
incompatible with his own worldview, in a way he hadn’t ever really stopped to ponder before. )
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But you can change that, he thinks; the same way that he fell slipshod and roughscrabble into a fighting life. )
I was forty years old before I saw my first battle, and got to training, ( is what he offers. Without pressure, simply a factual statement trying to feel out the edges of this incongruous disjoint. ) Someone hands you a flaming magic sword, you learn quick how to use it.
( Stephen Strange had been a moneyed surgeon with soft hands; Mordo had practically killed him on the training field the first time they scrapped. They had been lessons hard-learned and they left him the better for it. But he doesn’t push. It’s her choice. It’s just—
incompatible with his own worldview, in a way he hadn’t ever really stopped to ponder before. )