And the word isn’t enough. Imagine that: choosing an assured lobotomisation over the mere potential of failure.
— he can’t, actually, imagine that. Stephen Strange’s whole thing is that he tries, again and again, even in the face of certain failure, even when it’s desperately unwise. But not everyone would make that call. He has to remind himself that not everyone would make that call.
“That’s— I’m sorry,” he says. Can’t really put together the right words, and he finds himself reaching for his closest comparison although it comes up vastly short. “My teacher dropped me on a frigid mountain to incentivise me to portal off it before I died, but it might have been empty bluster, she might have come back to pick me up if I’d failed. And it’s not— it’s not the same. There’s motivation and then there’s institutional abuse.”
Is that rude to say? Well, regardless, he’s said it.
“What happens to mages these days, after the war? With the Circles gone?”
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And the word isn’t enough. Imagine that: choosing an assured lobotomisation over the mere potential of failure.
— he can’t, actually, imagine that. Stephen Strange’s whole thing is that he tries, again and again, even in the face of certain failure, even when it’s desperately unwise. But not everyone would make that call. He has to remind himself that not everyone would make that call.
“That’s— I’m sorry,” he says. Can’t really put together the right words, and he finds himself reaching for his closest comparison although it comes up vastly short. “My teacher dropped me on a frigid mountain to incentivise me to portal off it before I died, but it might have been empty bluster, she might have come back to pick me up if I’d failed. And it’s not— it’s not the same. There’s motivation and then there’s institutional abuse.”
Is that rude to say? Well, regardless, he’s said it.
“What happens to mages these days, after the war? With the Circles gone?”