Strange can't help but let out a short laugh of surprise as the tentacle grips around him. Grinning like a moron, Strange tries to wriggle out of it's grasp but the thing holds still.
"Can you feel what they're doing?" Strange asks, as he continues to try and wiggle his way out. Occasionally, the tentacle nearest to his hands get pinched slightly. "They're an extension of your magic, certainly, but are they an extension of you? If one were to be cut, would you feel it bleed?"
Speaking hypothetically, of course. Strange isn't in any position to cut one of the tentacles or test out that hypothesis. Instead, he continues to wriggle, testing his strength against the tentacles, big ol'dumbass grin on his face all the while.
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Strange can't help but let out a short laugh of surprise as the tentacle grips around him. Grinning like a moron, Strange tries to wriggle out of it's grasp but the thing holds still.
"Can you feel what they're doing?" Strange asks, as he continues to try and wiggle his way out. Occasionally, the tentacle nearest to his hands get pinched slightly. "They're an extension of your magic, certainly, but are they an extension of you? If one were to be cut, would you feel it bleed?"
Speaking hypothetically, of course. Strange isn't in any position to cut one of the tentacles or test out that hypothesis. Instead, he continues to wriggle, testing his strength against the tentacles, big ol'dumbass grin on his face all the while.