This is perhaps the most disconcerting thing about the interaction: Barrow has always seen Stephen Strange joking, sarcastic, using too much levity even in the gravest of circumstances. You could hardly prevent him from cracking a shitty joke. Now, though, he’s too serious; doesn’t rise to any of the other man’s warm humour. In the end:
“You’re back on the lyrium, Barrow. It was a choice between putting the substance back into your body or watching your body shut down and die without it. I’m sorry. It was too much strain on your system.”
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This is perhaps the most disconcerting thing about the interaction: Barrow has always seen Stephen Strange joking, sarcastic, using too much levity even in the gravest of circumstances. You could hardly prevent him from cracking a shitty joke. Now, though, he’s too serious; doesn’t rise to any of the other man’s warm humour. In the end:
“You’re back on the lyrium, Barrow. It was a choice between putting the substance back into your body or watching your body shut down and die without it. I’m sorry. It was too much strain on your system.”