As Lambert steps through the portal, Strange puts the quill back in his chest mirror. As Lambert steps out of the portal, Strange turns his arm to smoke: a surprisingly large quantity of mirror shards fall to the floor: that's the loose bits of mirror that were hanging out under Strange's skin.
Strange chugs the potion with the ease of someone who's drunk a whole bunch of nasty shit before he answers Lambert's question.
"It's not bone anymore—at least, my arms aren't. When I was put in Theta, the Technicians wanted to see if they could spur more Silver Mirror growth. They spurred something, though I don't know if it's due to the capital-letter-Mirror or to the way my body naturally takes on mirrors."
He's not moving as he talks, though occasionally Strange winces a little. There might not be any more loose mirror shards inside of his arm, but there are still some broken, jagged edges.
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Strange chugs the potion with the ease of someone who's drunk a whole bunch of nasty shit before he answers Lambert's question.
"It's not bone anymore—at least, my arms aren't. When I was put in Theta, the Technicians wanted to see if they could spur more Silver Mirror growth. They spurred something, though I don't know if it's due to the capital-letter-Mirror or to the way my body naturally takes on mirrors."
He's not moving as he talks, though occasionally Strange winces a little. There might not be any more loose mirror shards inside of his arm, but there are still some broken, jagged edges.