Tony Stark (
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Entry tags:
- altaïr ibn-la'ahad; the magician,
- dante; the devil,
- garrus vakarian; justice,
- geralt of rivia; the hanged man,
- jesper fahey; the wheel of fortune,
- jon snow; the emperor,
- julie lawry; the wheel of fortune,
- kyle; the hanged man,
- matt murdock; the tower,
- rey; the star,
- sasarai; judgement,
- tony stark; the magician,
- wanda maximoff; the hanged man
@all | before the event
> ts@abraxas-proxy:~$ wall "People's memories of this place"
[ Anyone unfamiliar with computer terminals might be taken aback at the mechanical font that scrolls across their vision, though the jumps and starts in typing speed leave no doubt that a very human brain is behind the text. ]
> Broadcast message from ts@abraxas-proxy (tty/1) :
> People's memories of this place
>
> Don't normally crowdsource, but
> has anyone out there ever heard of someone who got home and actually
> remembered their days here at the renfaire?
>
> Not looking for peer-reviewed analysis.
> I'll take crumbs
> or
> whatever else we've got here on Mind-Reddit.
[ Anyone unfamiliar with computer terminals might be taken aback at the mechanical font that scrolls across their vision, though the jumps and starts in typing speed leave no doubt that a very human brain is behind the text. ]
> Broadcast message from ts@abraxas-proxy (tty/1) :
> People's memories of this place
>
> Don't normally crowdsource, but
> has anyone out there ever heard of someone who got home and actually
> remembered their days here at the renfaire?
>
> Not looking for peer-reviewed analysis.
> I'll take crumbs
> or
> whatever else we've got here on Mind-Reddit.
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[But off-the-cuff is what Stephen always leans into when he's trying to parse better ways to reply, which comes easily yet no less awkward while couched in the sense that much of this communique is... complicated. It's Complicated has always been the defining trait between their conversations, though maybe those hard edges had been smoothed slightly over time. Now? He wonders if they're right back where they started.
He can't even blame Tony, really, if that's the case.]
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At the end of the day, they had to solve the same equation – few versus many. And they came to the same objective result.
But Strange had to give five years, like billions of others – not his whole life. His everything. ]
> Top three contenders, huh.
> Guess you used your chosen field of expertise to excise the concept of "grieving" from your brain–
> smart.
> Practical.
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Even so.]
[That was definitely sarcasm.]
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> I know.
> This isn't about you, even if that's categorically hard for you to believe.
>
> I
>
>
> I get it.
> You took a dad from a little girl, but at the end of the day
> so did I.
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It takes an almost equally long minute to respond, then.]
[If he’s not returning home, if he can't, then—?]
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> It's
[ To say goodbye. Give closure. Let them know he's okay.
But the thought dies somewhere along the way, before it even gets far enough in to project any pre-speech-cortex shimmering text. The resolve that burned so fiercely three conversations ago shifts like ashes in the pit of his stomach.
Because it's empty. A lie. Viktor said it himself, a million times, brick wall truths to Tony's screaming locomotive before he ever made his shot in the dark of the network. Time is relative. Circumstances infinite. There will always be a wife who grieves, a daughter who hurts. That's the objective truth, and Tony knows it better than most.
And the subjective. Would it – would it really make it easier? For them to know. ]
>
>
> Do you
>
> did we make the right call?
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Did he make the right call? No, Tony's wording is precise, and it makes something wrench in his chest, the use of it, like something finally shifting -- Did they make the right call?]
[But he knows, too, this is barely a comfort.]