"I am afraid you have misunderstood me, Mr. Strange, but the mirror is what he was working on," Childermass counters without so much as a twitch of a smile nor a frown nor any other emotion that might give away he's making it up. Oh, it's probably still apparent in this particular situation, but that won't stop him from trying.
Like, seriously, man, take a hint here. Is he going to have to discard the mirror altogether or is the trailer doomed to madmen showing up in the middle of showers no matter what? He doesn't even want to think about it. He's already tired, considering every increasingly awful possibility only makes it worse.
But he's still making no move to actually stop Strange.
Pointless effort and all.
"I do know those stories. They're why I made a point in asking about that before signing anything," says Childermass, the one guy who actually thinks contracts through before throwing away a year and a day, apparently. "I've no doubt they're due to time spent in Faerie, but it's a little difficult to imagine enough time passed for claws to grow back over a single night."
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Like, seriously, man, take a hint here. Is he going to have to discard the mirror altogether or is the trailer doomed to madmen showing up in the middle of showers no matter what? He doesn't even want to think about it. He's already tired, considering every increasingly awful possibility only makes it worse.
But he's still making no move to actually stop Strange.
Pointless effort and all.
"I do know those stories. They're why I made a point in asking about that before signing anything," says Childermass, the one guy who actually thinks contracts through before throwing away a year and a day, apparently. "I've no doubt they're due to time spent in Faerie, but it's a little difficult to imagine enough time passed for claws to grow back over a single night."