"So that's what I call upon. I wonder just what these things are, or what they want." Pondered Druid aloud as he rubbed his chin. If what the Doctor was saying was true, then it meant his Dad must've called upon the same forces. It was the only logical explanation. Otherwise why would he have inherited abilities that were that similar? It was one piece to the mystery that he could lay to rest. There was still a lot of work to do but at least he had something now. Anything was better than stumbling along in the dark.
Another surprising thing was how diverse a lot Strange had gathered. Druid found himself looking at the Scarlet Witch with a shy intrigue. She could just bend realty with a thought! It was amazing, and kind of scary. But still even through it all, she was still casting magic. So was Wicked. They were all using a different method for the same end result. He sort of wished he could take a class on this. Was there a 101 at NYU? "I wonder, are there are really so many different ways to get to the same destination? I'd-uh, never thought of it like that."