"The majority of the fae in the multiverse are underlings," Strange bluntly explains, looking over at Rita with a frown. "Common soldiers, who probably care more about surviving a fight or finding where their next meal comes from instead of grand ideals or personal vendettas. They're the Frosts and Nightshades of the world, doing things because they are told."

He's been at war before. He knows what he's talking about. Strange is entirely secure in his convictions and entirely certain that he's right. He's met plenty of soldiers who fought for England, who supported England's ideals, and who praised the country...but at the end of the day, ideals and praise won't fix the roads or patch the hole in their boots.

"As for Ignatius, he also tried to rescue me from the Twelve. More than anything else, I consider him a friend."