( Strange pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. Is this what it feels like when the locals talk to him and he blithely mentions reading from cursed books or reality-incursions destroying universes? He feels suddenly, vaguely contrite for how blasé he’d been with all of them. )

Okay, so, pretty standard father-son fated blood pact stuff. Got it.

Who’s your father, that he needs an emissary?