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mr_doctor (mr_doctor) wrote in chaosisland,

Strange could feel it starting at the back of his skull, as if he'd spilled thick, dark ink at the center of his brain and it was staining the varices and vesicles as it flooded him. They weren't his thoughts, feelings, memories, more like a parasitic invader that his body didn't know quite how to process. It was too much information that the spell was struggling to contain lest it overpower him. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. His hand felt like it was burning where it touched Loki's arm.

But it was working. The room around them glitched and morphed into horrors of both their minds, trying to find a mid-way in their memories instead of one or the other. Strange knew there weren't many overlaps between them in memory; both lives so different despite their begrudging similarities. They had New York, Thor and... Thanos.

"It can't tell us apart now." Strange said through the shake in his jaw. "Overloading the system, throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks."

The room cycled between horrors and memories, real and wrong, each dissolving quicker than the last. "I feel everything."