Wistfully, the other man adds: “Y’know, I caught a glimpse once of another universe where I herded the undead like sheep. Using portals and rifts to redirect them, pour them through onto another enemy. Really serves as a reminder to be grateful for what you have.”
Magic would have been a real boon.
It wasn’t even technically his own memory, it was some wisp stolen from another Stephen Strange in another world — but the barriers between them had started getting messy right before Thedas, blurring in dreams, in dreamwalking.
Ellis doesn’t seem like the sort of man who appreciates mulling over what-ifs, though, so Strange course-corrects. “Thanks. For the blades. I know they’re scarce.”
Pretty much everything that was edible or sharp or liquid had been picked through and picked over long ago; they kept accruing what salvage they could find as they went along, and Ellie and Abby had been teaching them all what to look out for. Scraps of fabric and old clothes or upholstery which could be used as makeshift bandages. What a mess.
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Magic would have been a real boon.
It wasn’t even technically his own memory, it was some wisp stolen from another Stephen Strange in another world — but the barriers between them had started getting messy right before Thedas, blurring in dreams, in dreamwalking.
Ellis doesn’t seem like the sort of man who appreciates mulling over what-ifs, though, so Strange course-corrects. “Thanks. For the blades. I know they’re scarce.”
Pretty much everything that was edible or sharp or liquid had been picked through and picked over long ago; they kept accruing what salvage they could find as they went along, and Ellie and Abby had been teaching them all what to look out for. Scraps of fabric and old clothes or upholstery which could be used as makeshift bandages. What a mess.