As tempted as he is to just lay his head down on the table, Crozier stays upright and tries to meet Strange's eyes. His mind won't let him focus on anything but the sight of the Tuunbaq emerging from the ice.
"It wants something from us."
He leans forward, placing his own unsteady hands on the table.
"I've never seen the creature before tonight," he admits. "It was trying to speak. To converse in some manner. I could feel it. I...it wants. It's wanting. It's craving something that we have."
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Date: 2020-06-11 01:59 pm (UTC)"It wants something from us."
He leans forward, placing his own unsteady hands on the table.
"I've never seen the creature before tonight," he admits. "It was trying to speak. To converse in some manner. I could feel it. I...it wants. It's wanting. It's craving something that we have."