Strange's first instinct is to brand the man a liar, say that he must be wrong, call him out on what must be a horrible joke. But this is Childermass. The man was many things but not a liar. Could he even think of lying right now, considering he's on...well, whatever he's on? No, he wouldn't say something like that unless it was true. Strange only grips his cards tighter, knuckles turning white as he looked over at Childermass.
A little part of him is downright angry at this revelation. This is what Childermass had been trying to keep from him? Damn the timeline, this was his wife they were talking about.
"If my wife was never dead then what did I bury?" Because he buried someone, someone who looked remarkably like Arabella, someone who he thought was his wife. "And where is she now?" he can't help but add. Strange is trying to keep his voice level, trying to keep everything calm, but he can't help that little bit of hope that rises in his tone.
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Strange's first instinct is to brand the man a liar, say that he must be wrong, call him out on what must be a horrible joke. But this is Childermass. The man was many things but not a liar. Could he even think of lying right now, considering he's on...well, whatever he's on? No, he wouldn't say something like that unless it was true. Strange only grips his cards tighter, knuckles turning white as he looked over at Childermass.
A little part of him is downright angry at this revelation. This is what Childermass had been trying to keep from him? Damn the timeline, this was his wife they were talking about.
"If my wife was never dead then what did I bury?" Because he buried someone, someone who looked remarkably like Arabella, someone who he thought was his wife. "And where is she now?" he can't help but add. Strange is trying to keep his voice level, trying to keep everything calm, but he can't help that little bit of hope that rises in his tone.