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@beyonce

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[armoured]

Even if that's true, taking the nanomachines out should give me back my alchemy and I can try and rectify that myself.

[He's by no means an expert at bio or medical alchemy, but he knows the basic principles.]

[thewarningafter]

How? Explain the methods you're planning to use.

[He's not going to immediately discount it just because the kid called it alchemy, but he's not going to immediately assume it'll be fine, either.]

[armoured]

Someone I know was teaching me about the medicinal applications of alkahestry, which is the type of alchemy used in Xing, I should be able to do enough to close up any wounds. In addition, I've seen what my brother has done to transmute my body in the past, I should be able to do it myself enough to rectify and changes they did to it.

[Maybe. Probably.]

[thewarningafter]

So you've seen it, but you've never practiced it.

We're not talking about closing up wounds, we're talking about counteracting a constant barrage of radiation.

[armoured]

I just told you that I could rectify the changes they've done to me, that means taking out the organic components.

[Theoretically.]

[thewarningafter]

I can't -- I can't trust to that.

[Possible. Theoretically possible, based on a system of magic(?) about which Stephen knows nothing and of which Al is not an experienced practitioner.]

I can't do this. Not again.

[armoured]

...what do you mean 'again'?

[Stephen's lost him now, clearly this is connected to something else that's gone wrong along the way.]

[thewarningafter]

I'm not going to be responsible for helping anyone else die. I know you think you won't, but this isn't -- this isn't something I can do for you.

[armoured]

[He sighs heavily, shakily.]

Please, Dr. Strange, this is really important and I need a doctor to help me.

[thewarningafter]

I can't.

Don't do this. We're going to find a way out of here; don't throw your life away on an experiment.

[armoured]

[He makes a frustrated noise, disappointment welling inside him.]

Fine-- Fine, I'll find somebody else to help me. Goodbye, Dr. Strange.

[And he hangs up.]