"We cannot put our guilt into words." Schiller looked at Lisa and said, "Without question, Charles's actions deeply worsened your pain, forcing you to face such a desperate reality for the second time. The damage to your mental state is irreversible."
"But perhaps we can compensate you in some way. I'm not talking about money." Schiller looked at Lisa, and his serious, almost urgent gaze caught her attention.
Lisa gradually stopped crying. She stared blankly at Schiller. He took a deep breath and said, "Right now, there is a child whose birth is unwanted. He is very special, but perhaps he can compensate you."
Lisa looked utterly confused, as though she could not understand a word Schiller was saying. Schiller sighed softly and recalled a dream he had had the previous night.
Schiller normally did not dream. When he slept, he remained in the High Tower of his mind. But clearly, whatever being had wanted to pull him into a dream had used a little too much force and dragged the entire tower over.
The other party had clearly been startled by such a unique form of mental existence, but she had still politely invited Schiller out for a conversation. Fortunately, Greed had not gone to rest at the time, or there was no telling which Schiller might have been dragged over.
In the dream, Schiller saw a blurry figure: the faintly glowing silhouette of a woman. The instant anyone saw her, they would understand what the ultimate beauty of tenderness and motherhood in this world looked like.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Doctor." A gentle voice emerged as the figure floated in midair. "I apologize for having to speak with you this way, but I cannot enter Peter Parker's dreams. He is protected by the Web."
Schiller