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"Wishes don't just come true. They're only the target you paint around what you want. You still have to hit the bull's-eye yourself."

It wasn’t even an alternate version of his life. He hadn't gone back in time and done everything differently to get to this place. It turned out that sometimes it's enough to start doing things differently now.

The scope of Strange’s power defied normalization. Maybe the day would come when Thyon was no longer gobsmacked by the fact that the meek junior librarian who used to walk into walls while reading was now in possession of a massive, impregnable, interdimensional skyship that he controlled with his mind. But that day was not today.

Lazlo would have and would still make it a safe place, and not just for them but for others who needed it. "People," she said. "People are our safe places. I have one: a person who's a home and a world to me."

But the time for wishing had passed.


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How people love to see a dream shatter, thought Nova from far away. To see the dreamer hobbled and lamed, foundering in the shards of their broken hopes.
‘This is what you get for believing that you could have more. You're no better than us. You’re nothing special.’

Friends? A pair of warriors and a thief? Even now a voice within him explained that they were lowborn, incompatible with his sta-tion, and ridiculous besides. But now that voice sounded haughty and condescending, and he wanted to put it in a jar and toss it in a river, then sit and eat bacon with his ridiculous, lowborn friends.