"Mold," He repeats, experiencing a brief and vivid flashback to perhaps a half dozen such bizarre conversations — "Within the body."
It sounds, on its face, like a fucking terrible idea. But there are herbs that reduce fever, extracts that dull pain, and the notion of another isn't so far-fetched. That it doesn't take a linguist to work out anti and bios,
"The, mn. Blood sharks." Not the preferred phrase, he's aware. Isaac has never managed the Infirmary in any official capacity, owns perilously little interest in doing do, but he'd several untitled years at its helm. This is, in its small way, a test. Can Strange keep from rolling his eyes? Clip his descriptions to native science? "Your mold would poison them, and not the rest?"
Stark had spoken of the difference between symptoms and cause, for all he'd not grasped Isaac's own metaphor: The cancer, and the wolf.
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It sounds, on its face, like a fucking terrible idea. But there are herbs that reduce fever, extracts that dull pain, and the notion of another isn't so far-fetched. That it doesn't take a linguist to work out anti and bios,
"The, mn. Blood sharks." Not the preferred phrase, he's aware. Isaac has never managed the Infirmary in any official capacity, owns perilously little interest in doing do, but he'd several untitled years at its helm. This is, in its small way, a test. Can Strange keep from rolling his eyes? Clip his descriptions to native science? "Your mold would poison them, and not the rest?"
Stark had spoken of the difference between symptoms and cause, for all he'd not grasped Isaac's own metaphor: The cancer, and the wolf.