We can also make a compass, [ peter comments, more to himself than to quentin. he doesn't mean to interrupt, it just slips out in the brief silence between remarks. it's not that he distrusts magic — there have been occasions, plenty of them, when he's relied on magic for help, when a magical problem has required a magical solution (because science sure doesn't always work on magic), and when magic has been the easier answer. even so, that's still more of a spider-man thing than a peter parker thing, as far as differentiation goes. peter parker's maybe caught a few snaps of doc strange in action before; spider-man's his friend (kinda, by a definition of the word), and a colleague.
someone mentioned that all of us trampling around in the woods could be seen as an invading force. peter considers that for a moment — maybe, he's willing to concede, but he's not convinced. surely it'd depend on who and how, on the way that spirits view them in general. truthfully, peter's not sure what the spirits understand of the larger issue at hand, about the fate of this world, its inhabitants, and the rest of the galaxy. if the spirits understand why they're here, then there's less likelihood of being viewed as an invading force, even as a group.
if they don't, then sure, mystery someone could be right. ]
But sure, maybe. [ he remarks, after a moment, the verbal equivalent of a shrug. ] I don't think we know enough about the spirits to make that judgement call one way or the other, but maybe your someone knows something I don't. [ punctuated by a breath of a pause and a wince. (ugh.) ] Sorry, that sounded snarkier than I meant it. [ a beat and a sigh; peter holds up a hand. ] I can come get your lantern, if it comes to it — because you're not wrong, if we don't have that, that's it for you. [ another pause, then— ] Listen, I'm not going to pretend I like this plan, but I respect that it's something you want — maybe need — to do, and if it gets us some kind of answer...
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someone mentioned that all of us trampling around in the woods could be seen as an invading force. peter considers that for a moment — maybe, he's willing to concede, but he's not convinced. surely it'd depend on who and how, on the way that spirits view them in general. truthfully, peter's not sure what the spirits understand of the larger issue at hand, about the fate of this world, its inhabitants, and the rest of the galaxy. if the spirits understand why they're here, then there's less likelihood of being viewed as an invading force, even as a group.
if they don't, then sure, mystery someone could be right. ]
But sure, maybe. [ he remarks, after a moment, the verbal equivalent of a shrug. ] I don't think we know enough about the spirits to make that judgement call one way or the other, but maybe your someone knows something I don't. [ punctuated by a breath of a pause and a wince. (ugh.) ] Sorry, that sounded snarkier than I meant it. [ a beat and a sigh; peter holds up a hand. ] I can come get your lantern, if it comes to it — because you're not wrong, if we don't have that, that's it for you. [ another pause, then— ] Listen, I'm not going to pretend I like this plan, but I respect that it's something you want — maybe need — to do, and if it gets us some kind of answer...