As far as first words go, and his first time hearing anything from the Dark Urge, it’s quite interesting. Strange doesn’t seem to instantly react at first with any visible shock, instead working on attending to his injuries first.

There’s a certain kind of zen calm which has settled over him: adrenaline washing away, leaving that crisp mouthy Marvel confidence in its wake.

“Is that the general goal?” he asks as he glances up over his unrolled gauze, lightly curious, as if the Urge has merely announced an intention to go apple scrumping. “Cut people open and bathe in their blood? Broadly?”