As 9S blasts the void creature to smithereens, Strange stops for a moment. Nobody's attacking them right now, though he knows it's only a matter of seconds until something else comes up. He walks over to 9S, as the wind dies down. The spell's still going, but they don't need to talk over it.

"You're not an android anymore—you're a changeling," Strange counters. "It's only natural that magic has left some traces on you, as it has on all of us."

Strange just didn't expect the magic to be his.