Kintsugi, [ Strange says absently, just the way his brain ticks relentlessly onward and fishes out useless trivia. ] That artistic practice of limning in gold, I mean. That’s what it’s called where I’m from.
[ It was, of course, a metaphor he’d considered over those long months of reforging himself, what with those literally-golden runes carving out the shape of spells. His new future woven in gold thread. He shakes off the brief distraction, reorients himself, answers the question. Isaac’s been close enough to heal Strange’s arm and see the scars, and they’ve worked closely enough in the infirmary for the other man to witness the doctor’s physical limitations, so it’s hardly something to be cagey about.
The explanation is abridged, however, with the inkling that there’s a great many details being skimmed over: ]
Broke my hands in an accident, and wasn’t able to practice surgery any longer. Heard some rumour and hearsay about the existence of magic, and followed it halfway around the world and pounded on sorcerers’ doors until they agreed to teach me.
no subject
[ It was, of course, a metaphor he’d considered over those long months of reforging himself, what with those literally-golden runes carving out the shape of spells. His new future woven in gold thread. He shakes off the brief distraction, reorients himself, answers the question. Isaac’s been close enough to heal Strange’s arm and see the scars, and they’ve worked closely enough in the infirmary for the other man to witness the doctor’s physical limitations, so it’s hardly something to be cagey about.
The explanation is abridged, however, with the inkling that there’s a great many details being skimmed over: ]
Broke my hands in an accident, and wasn’t able to practice surgery any longer. Heard some rumour and hearsay about the existence of magic, and followed it halfway around the world and pounded on sorcerers’ doors until they agreed to teach me.