To save the whole world, should one life be sacrificed? Sometimes, a choice between things so vastly unequal was not as easy to make as it seemed.
What if the one being sacrificed was yourself? What if you had to kill that person with your own hands? If such a situation truly fell upon you, would it really be so easy to decide? Especially for a doctor who regarded saving lives and healing the wounded as his calling.
Fortunately, though the choice was difficult, Strange finally knew what he had to do. He had desperately wanted to heal his hands because he still clung to his former life, a life that still held people he cherished.
If this world was truly destroyed, all of that would vanish with it.
And if he followed Evenson's logic and treated the world as a person, then people like Kaecilius were pathogens that had to be removed.
This did not violate my calling. The patient who needs healing is simply no longer a single person, but this world. At this very moment, saving the world is my highest calling! I am still a doctor—a doctor who heals this world!
"It seems you already know what you need to do." Seeing that Strange had made up his mind, Evenson said, "Then we should hurry to the Hong Kong Sanctum. That is Kaecilius's final and only target."
"Wait." Ancient One raised a hand to stop them. "On my way here, I already replaced the outside with the Mirror Dimension. Kaecilius is trapped inside like a headless fly right now. We may be able to take this opportunity to deal with him."
"What?" Evenson was startled. He crossed to the window in a few strides and saw the city outside, its space completely distorted and displaced. Kaecilius