The look Stephen gives him is wry, and skeptical. Oh, bless your heart. He sees what you’re doing, Benedict.
“It’s kind of you, but no. He knew things I’d never told another soul. Which you could say was a demon plumbing my memories for its own purposes,” he adds, musing, because the doctor doesn’t abandon any paranoid theory out-of-hand, “but no. I could recognise the shape of him. That was a maladjusted bundle of ugly neuroses that was all me.”
He cinches off the bandage, tucks in the edges. Isaac could have fixed this entire burn in a blink, probably, but it was a small injury; he considered it best not to use magic as a permanent crutch. Sometimes you just had to do things the old-fashioned way.
“Do you have any identity verification set up with some trusted contacts now, by the way? I don’t need to know it but I need to know that you have it.”
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“It’s kind of you, but no. He knew things I’d never told another soul. Which you could say was a demon plumbing my memories for its own purposes,” he adds, musing, because the doctor doesn’t abandon any paranoid theory out-of-hand, “but no. I could recognise the shape of him. That was a maladjusted bundle of ugly neuroses that was all me.”
He cinches off the bandage, tucks in the edges. Isaac could have fixed this entire burn in a blink, probably, but it was a small injury; he considered it best not to use magic as a permanent crutch. Sometimes you just had to do things the old-fashioned way.
“Do you have any identity verification set up with some trusted contacts now, by the way? I don’t need to know it but I need to know that you have it.”
Please avoid a repeat, bud.