( catch-all ) can we just start over

[sorser]

WHO: Stephen Strange & Various
WHAT: Post-canon update shenanigans and other things.
WHEN: Throughout the month of August.
WHERE: Thorne & the Horizon

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[sorser]

No. She worked for a different employer, but she was...

[His brows pinch.]

Well, she was the same. As though the multiverse itself couldn't warp the core of who she was.

[And through her, he resolved of letting her go in his universe. Of moving on.]

I couldn't say the same for myself. I had to actually kill another version of Stephen Strange, one that had destroyed his entire world, yet wanted to keep that Christine for himself. [He makes a face. Cringe much, other Stephen?]

Wow, saying that out loud is kind of embarrassing.

[funbreaker]

[ As Stephen explains, it becomes clear that the nature of one's circumstances could allow a person to stay very much the same, or warp into something else entirely. Or were there certain people who would always be good, while others were more prone to corruption?

Thancred's a bit surprised that Stephen would entrust him with information that paints him in a bad light, even if it's via another version of himself. Then again, he's already admitted to his own sins, justified as they had been. ]

I'm not sure embarrassing is the word I would use...

[ He takes a sip of his drink, willing more liquor into his glass with a thought alone this time. ]

Wasn't it unnerving, seeing yourself like that? [ Knowing he could have been capable of it? ]

[sorser]

[Maybe it is foolish of him, to paint other versions of himself in such a bad light — to reveal what he’s capable of, if he had just made slightly different decisions, or if the world had dealt him even a minutely different hand.

But Stephen feels like he can trust Thancred with this information. Feels as though showing the worst parts of him might at least illuminate the bits that are trying, trying so hard to do what’s right, even when the decisions are not easy ones to make.]

It absolutely was.

[That other him, the one with the bad facial hair, had been… so far gone.]

It just shows what a difference a few small changes can make in a lifetime. How close we all are to treading down a path that leads somewhere… darker, if we’re not careful.

[funbreaker]

[ Thancred nods without much hesitation, as he suspects this isn't something that is specific to Stephen. Yes, there are some people who might be closer to treading that path than others, but he imagines that the potential exists in most of them.

In him, certainly. He has some manner of proof, even if it isn't quite the same.

After wetting his mouth with another drink from his glass, he lets out a low exhale and glances back toward the fire. ]

While I didn't literally meet another version of myself, during the time I spent in Norvrandt I did find myself at odds with a man who had placed himself into a role similar to mine own. [ As "Minfilia's" caretaker, that is, even if the constant reincarnations of the Oracle of Light had made for a wildly different experience than Thancred's own relationship with the original. Hence why they could be contrasted more than compared.

His gaze flicks back to Stephen's, silvery eyes bright in the warm firelight. Yet his expression is decidedly unimpressed. ] I have an idea of how uncomfortable that sort of thing feels. He also opted to keep someone dear to me imprisoned, insisting it was "for her own good." [ At this he scoffs. ]

[sorser]

[They share a distaste for those who are too similar, and have made terrible decisions while standing in the same figurative shoes. But Stephen knows that doesn’t make it any less unnerving, to see that part of yourself reflected in the worse way possible.

But it is a reminder, at least, to do better. To be shown the darkest path as a warning, what not to tread.

For however long they can manage it.]

What happened? Did you manage to get him to see your side of things?

[The answer to that kind of question is always “no”, but Stephen can have some hope it worked out for the best — even if Thancred’s expression might tell him otherwise.]

[funbreaker]

[ Thancred's scoff immediately devolves into a mirthless laugh as he shakes his head. ]

He was far past the point of reason. I was mainly concerned about putting myself between him and my friends. [ In one occasion Thancred had come dangerously close to losing his life in the process, but he skims over that, seeing it as little more than a footnote by now. It's not even the most recent example of him having a near-death experience. ]

Himeka was the one who put him down, in the end. [ While Thancred doesn't know if the two have ever met here, Stephen knows her name well by now. She'd come up often during their trip months back, and since.

As for Ran'jit, when someone is that far gone there's often no other option. Stephen seems to have learned that lesson as well. Taking life is never pleasant, but sometimes you're left with little choice. ]

Let's end off on a brighter note, though, shall we? [ He raises his glass. ] You survived your experiences, traveling to other planes and meeting your darker self and aught else that took place, to return back here. [ For better or worse, but it isn't all bad, is it? They have each other, they have these moments. Thancred would like to hope that's worth something. ]