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I believe I've only merely scratched the surface when it comes to you.

And so I repeat: You will.

Let me guess: Loki was intended to ease the way for your much blunter approach.

[ ... ah. A little wake up call. He scrolls up, sucks in a breath, blows it out. Cool it, Strange. ]

Actually, I wished Loki luck and left him to it. It's his club, I just happen to be the last surviving member.

There were others before? Here?

There were others. Or there were going to be. Sorcerers don't seem to stay long, myself and the Lokis excepted.

They disappeared by the same phenomenon?

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised if you're trying to rebuild your ranks.

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They did.

We don't need to rebuild anything, we're not some kind of corps. But if our interests align it's better to stick together should we need to call on one another than it is to start collaborating from nothing when the situation's fraught. These are turbulent times.

[ And lonely times, for one of their number at least. It doesn't escape him that Loki chose the word club this time, and not the previously thwarted team. ]

Establish new connections with those of a sufficient skill, then.

Anyone can see that. But there are also just as many places where our actions could earn us more ire.

[ there’s a slight pause, long enough for her to sigh — and maybe even for that sigh to be perceived somehow. ]

Luckily for you and Loki — or however many there are — that’s never been enough to stop me before.

[ Good. He knows better than to trust her right out of the gate, but— good. ]

No. I'm sure it hasn't.

Would you like me to let him know you're in, or do you want the honors?

You can inform him.
Besides, I have the feeling he'll make his presence known inconveniently sooner rather than later.

[ a longer pause, and then: ]

If it was only Loki who needed to concern himself with this particular outcome, why contact me in the first place?

[ The hour and the whisky make the answer easy. ]

Frosted glass blocks the view from both sides.

You could have just said you wanted a better look.

And miss out on such a thrilling conversation? I could never.

[ For better or worse, a part of him will always covet the opportunity to withhold an I told you so. ]