The service: Dr. Strange
Doctor Stephen Strange had debated making a show. He'd debated grandstanding the onlookers outside with his entrance to Xavier's funeral, to let the protestors know precisely what they would have to encounter if they attempted anything more than simple protest. However, ultimately, Strange had decided that making a show at a memorial, regardless of how well intended it was, would likely be less than beneficial for them all. It was unfortunate that he had been kept off of the list of speakers and representatives for those who had been Charles allies and equals, and the mystic had debated rectifying that, but yet again, this was another thing that he had let go. This memorial was not about him, it was about those who were still mourning for the loss of their leader, for their representative.
While Stephen may mourn Charles as a friend, as an equal, it would never be the same as the mourning from those that looked to the other man for guidance and - in the end - hopefully for their freedom from the oppression they faced. Instead, Stephen came in his alternative attire, and remained a silent participant in the events as they unfolded. It was oddly assuring to see that the mutant community could come together in such a moment, enemies and allies alike calling truce out of respect for one man. Hopefully, someone, somehow, would find a way to harness that thought of togetherness and use it to drive forward the positive future that Charles had so desperately fought for.
Yet, progress was never that easy.
Instead of speaking, instead of attempting to make his presence amply known, instead of trying to comfort others Strange simply let himself be there with head bowed as he remained dressed in black. He simply existed amongst those mourning the death of a brilliant, unforgettable, and legendary man.
Today, was a day of respect. Today, was a day of allowance for all that had happened before.
In the days before he had offered protection, and in the days to come Strange would continue to determine exactly how much he needed to interfere.
The Sorcerer Supreme was a position of universal protection, not one of investment in mortal affairs.