"Yes, but I want to fix this!" Strange snaps. There's no anger in his voice, just sheer desperation and annoyance at the whole situation. "You deserve better than what life has given you. What's the use of my magic if I can't give that to you?"

Then again, it's not like he could break the curse by himself. Or leave this place. Or do much of anything that's been useful to the carnival lately. The flames of his hair briefly flare up in annoyance before settling back down to their normal, matchstick sized level.