Christine hates this. That much is super apparent to Strange. The way that static forms, the fact that her voice is far too calm, she is completely unhappy. And so, Strange goes a little on the defensive.
"What would you rather I do?" Strange grumbles. Though he's trying to hide it, he can't fully hide the note of pleading in his voice. "Smash the egg the moment I found it? Let him hatch on his own to die in the wild? That's too cruel. When I found the egg, I knew what I had to do. And as for the dragon himself, would you rather I lied to you about his entire existence? I'm not that sort of man."
He's always been far too open, the sort of person who wears his heart on his sleeve. That much is obvious to anyone who knows him.
He moves towards the closet in his room as he talks. While Strange starts to rummage for the mirror shard, Alistair looks over at Christine. He makes a small chirping noise as he walks over towards Christine, giving her an inquisitive look.
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"What would you rather I do?" Strange grumbles. Though he's trying to hide it, he can't fully hide the note of pleading in his voice. "Smash the egg the moment I found it? Let him hatch on his own to die in the wild? That's too cruel. When I found the egg, I knew what I had to do. And as for the dragon himself, would you rather I lied to you about his entire existence? I'm not that sort of man."
He's always been far too open, the sort of person who wears his heart on his sleeve. That much is obvious to anyone who knows him.
He moves towards the closet in his room as he talks. While Strange starts to rummage for the mirror shard, Alistair looks over at Christine. He makes a small chirping noise as he walks over towards Christine, giving her an inquisitive look.