[ It's a handful of hours after the attack. No further blasts came, no great showdown between Dr. Strange and the sorcerers of the castle. He floated there at a distance long enough to engage a lone approacher, then vanished.
Until now, hours on, when a message finds her over the pendants. Text. He'd terrified her - showing his face or even calling out of the blue might be too much, too soon.
It takes a dozen re-writes. What can he possibly say? But he has to say something, and eventually he just sends what he has. ]
Kamala? This is Stephen Strange.
I'm sorry. It's over now. I want you to know that I wasn't myself. This won't be allowed to happen again.
[ Not if he can help it. If Alem can help it. And, failing and surpassing both of those things, not if Wanda can help it. ]
text / un: strange
Until now, hours on, when a message finds her over the pendants. Text. He'd terrified her - showing his face or even calling out of the blue might be too much, too soon.
It takes a dozen re-writes. What can he possibly say? But he has to say something, and eventually he just sends what he has. ]
Kamala? This is Stephen Strange.
I'm sorry. It's over now. I want you to know that I wasn't myself. This won't be allowed to happen again.
[ Not if he can help it. If Alem can help it. And, failing and surpassing both of those things, not if Wanda can help it. ]