( Echoing her earlier words. Strange has been doing too much at once, trying to pack up medical supplies while talking to her while also flipping over to listen in on the other crystal conversations, and he’s dropped a bottle of distilled elfroot. He forces himself to breathe out, hands splayed on the table, slowing down.
He’s been here before. He has experienced catastrophic loss, worse than this, billions, trillions. This is not new.
(It’s somehow worse, though, being alive for this part.) )
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( Echoing her earlier words. Strange has been doing too much at once, trying to pack up medical supplies while talking to her while also flipping over to listen in on the other crystal conversations, and he’s dropped a bottle of distilled elfroot. He forces himself to breathe out, hands splayed on the table, slowing down.
He’s been here before. He has experienced catastrophic loss, worse than this, billions, trillions. This is not new.
(It’s somehow worse, though, being alive for this part.) )
No names yet, though?