"Quick! Think of something! Get him back to the real world! Now!"
Stark was already pacing like a cat on a hot tin roof. He felt that if this continued, Schiller might no longer want to come back to life, and that would be a serious problem.
"But we have no way to persuade him right now!" Steve was equally anxious. "I saw similar situations on the battlefield before. After someone's emotions completely collapse, the more you comfort and persuade them, the less they can take it in."
Charles sighed and said, "That is normal. That is why treating mental illness sometimes requires medication. Otherwise, the patient can never calm down enough to accept treatment."
"But this is a dream world. Where are we supposed to find sedatives?" Stark asked with a frown. Then he thought for a moment and looked at Charles. "Professor Charles, even if you cannot use forceful methods to alter Schiller's memories, can you at least calm his mind down a little?"
"If it were only this one personality, perhaps. But if it is that High Tower, I am afraid I cannot. How am I supposed to calm down a tower?"
Charles thought back and said, "If I remember correctly, without passing through that High Tower, this personality of Schiller's cannot rise to the surface of consciousness and therefore cannot control the body."
"There are so many personalities in that High Tower. I cannot hypnotize every single one of them. If we take this calmed personality upward, we will definitely be stopped. Forcing our way through probably will not work either."
"Wait!" Stark and Steve exchanged a look. Steve spoke first. "There do not seem to be many people in his High Tower right now."
Charles realized it as well. He knew about that ship full