[Death comes down like a steel curtain, ending their conversation with abruptness, but not finality. Upon their next awakening into a new cycle, he remembers what Jack had been getting at, and his brows pinch together -- for once, he cannot even bother giving Dormammu a flicker of his attention.]
You're saying that it's possible he- [A scarred, shaky finger raises to indicate the awful thing looming above them, charging up one more energy blast to eradicate them into dust.] -is potentially the problem in your world?
[No, that can't be right; at least, that's the first thought that skitters through his consciousness, a knee-jerk reaction to bolster the rightness of his initial decision to send Dormammu away. But the multiverse is, inherently, full of unknowns and mysteries that even the practitioners of the Mystic Arts could never fully unveil. And Dormammu's powers are unpredictably and unfathomably god-like, and assuming that he is fated to abide by the same rules as the rest is possibly...
Wrong.
Stephen frowns, obviously perturbed by the implication.]
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You're saying that it's possible he- [A scarred, shaky finger raises to indicate the awful thing looming above them, charging up one more energy blast to eradicate them into dust.] -is potentially the problem in your world?
[No, that can't be right; at least, that's the first thought that skitters through his consciousness, a knee-jerk reaction to bolster the rightness of his initial decision to send Dormammu away. But the multiverse is, inherently, full of unknowns and mysteries that even the practitioners of the Mystic Arts could never fully unveil. And Dormammu's powers are unpredictably and unfathomably god-like, and assuming that he is fated to abide by the same rules as the rest is possibly...
Wrong.
Stephen frowns, obviously perturbed by the implication.]
We can't verify that, can we?