Stephen just looks at him. (No wonder people would get so annoyed with Stephen, too: the annoying self-delusion, the endless justifications.)
But at the end of the day, he just can’t stop thinking about those quick-sparking neurons withering away to lyrium. The neurosurgeon once thought losing his hands was the worst thing to happen to him, but the prospect of losing his mind is even worse. And here it is, an inevitability for Mobius, only a matter of time.
“The nullification is a unique ability, but by no means the only one which works. Blowing off a Venatori’s head can be just as effective.” He’s still leaning back in his chair, feeling that annoyance simmering away. His first month in Riftwatch, he’d almost caused a diplomatic incident arguing with Chantry sisters and trying to explain to them that the behaviour in their town was due to bacteria in the wheat, not demonic possession. How many times does he have argue down to someone?
And yet the extra-irritating thing is, he does understand. Other Stephen Stranges had traded against their own lives in order to do more, accomplish more: those burnt-black fingertips, paging open the Darkhold. Hypocrite.
“I understand your position, but the fact remains that it’s a ticking timebomb. It’s going to happen and you’re going to start becoming useless when it does. It’s not even just the dementia, Mobius, it’s— well, it’s a strategic risk. Say you’re caught by enemy forces and locked in a dungeon. Say you hit your head on a rock and you’re laid out in some civilian’s farmhouse for weeks. You start going into forced withdrawal, unplanned, away from the Gallows, without assistance. Wouldn’t it be safer to tackle it in a controlled environment, at your own pace, at a time of your choosing and with support on hand?”
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But at the end of the day, he just can’t stop thinking about those quick-sparking neurons withering away to lyrium. The neurosurgeon once thought losing his hands was the worst thing to happen to him, but the prospect of losing his mind is even worse. And here it is, an inevitability for Mobius, only a matter of time.
“The nullification is a unique ability, but by no means the only one which works. Blowing off a Venatori’s head can be just as effective.” He’s still leaning back in his chair, feeling that annoyance simmering away. His first month in Riftwatch, he’d almost caused a diplomatic incident arguing with Chantry sisters and trying to explain to them that the behaviour in their town was due to bacteria in the wheat, not demonic possession. How many times does he have argue down to someone?
And yet the extra-irritating thing is, he does understand. Other Stephen Stranges had traded against their own lives in order to do more, accomplish more: those burnt-black fingertips, paging open the Darkhold. Hypocrite.
“I understand your position, but the fact remains that it’s a ticking timebomb. It’s going to happen and you’re going to start becoming useless when it does. It’s not even just the dementia, Mobius, it’s— well, it’s a strategic risk. Say you’re caught by enemy forces and locked in a dungeon. Say you hit your head on a rock and you’re laid out in some civilian’s farmhouse for weeks. You start going into forced withdrawal, unplanned, away from the Gallows, without assistance. Wouldn’t it be safer to tackle it in a controlled environment, at your own pace, at a time of your choosing and with support on hand?”