He can fill in the blanks, and spot those common threads: he’d been doing much the same for his first few weeks here, whiling out his quarantine mostly in the library. Buried in the stacks, devouring as much as he could about this new world, trying to learn its rules and mores and customs and history. So the half-smile which Strange offers the girl is that of shared commiseration, someone who’s suffered the same plight.
“Beyond the Veil: Spirits and Demons,” he says, abrupt and contextless at first. “By Enchanter Mirdromel. I found it was one of the more fascinating and useful pieces of context to read up on, since we are, technically, spirits.”
It’s evident by that near-withering disdain in his voice what he thinks of that particular theory and distinction, though. It’s a bit too existentially horrifying for him.
“I’m not a librarian here, but I’ve haunted the stacks long enough to know where most things are. I ploughed through a little bit of everything my first few weeks here, too.”
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“Beyond the Veil: Spirits and Demons,” he says, abrupt and contextless at first. “By Enchanter Mirdromel. I found it was one of the more fascinating and useful pieces of context to read up on, since we are, technically, spirits.”
It’s evident by that near-withering disdain in his voice what he thinks of that particular theory and distinction, though. It’s a bit too existentially horrifying for him.
“I’m not a librarian here, but I’ve haunted the stacks long enough to know where most things are. I ploughed through a little bit of everything my first few weeks here, too.”