Spider Silk chose to leave. Bruce did not explain his inner turmoil to her, and Spider Silk was not very good at comforting others either—or rather, she needed some peace and quiet herself right now. So she walked into the depths of the dense fog without looking back.
Bruce slowly crouched down where he stood, feeling as though his internal organs had been hollowed out. His chest compressed inward so tightly that it brought a hollow ache.
"I told you that you should see a psychologist." Aisha sighed softly. "It would be nice if Professor Schiller were here."
"Could he cure me?"
"He could make sure you had no time to overthink."
Bruce sniffed. All his previous anger and resentment had vanished like bubbles. Now he felt only emptiness and confusion, unable to decide what choice he should make.
Given the current situation, he neither had the ability nor the need to reverse Spider-Man's death.
He had no idea what rules governed this mysterious Mist Realm, so he might not be able to find a way to encounter Spider-Man from the past again.
Besides, Spider-Man's death had nothing to do with him. If Spider-Man died, he could still obtain the superpowers he had always dreamed of.
So all he had to do was nothing.
Bruce closed his eyes and sighed. In the end, he stood up and made his decision.
Bruce picked up Aisha and walked into the depths of the dense fog. He had no idea how far they went until he had exhausted all his strength and had no choice but to sit by the roadside for a brief rest.
Drowsiness washed over him. When Bruce opened his eyes again, the dense fog had dispersed, and the weather had turned warm once more. He knew they had left