"You are not important."
Ancient One said it with a smile.
Whether measured against the scale of the universe, the scale of living beings, or the perspective of humanity's seven billion people, every individual was unimportant.
Only by clearly recognizing one's own unimportance could one understand that one's utterly useless arrogance and fear were equally unimportant.
No matter what happened, doing one's utmost was far better than worrying over arrogance and fear.
Hearing Master Ancient One deliver her final lesson in that calm tone once again, Stephen Strange was deeply moved. He truly understood that a precognitive dream was a precognitive dream, and he was himself.
He was the him of reality, not the him from the precognitive dream.
Nor was he someone formed by the fusion of the him from the precognitive dream and the him of the present.
He was himself in this world, where He-El had changed the world, and where he himself had often fallen into unease because of the precognitive dream, as well as confidence born from controlling part of the future.
At once lost and wavering between arrogance and fear.
"I understand." Stephen Strange closed his eyes deeply and drew a breath. When he opened them, the uncertainty hidden deep within was gone.
Faced with the known future and the unknown future that could be changed, Stephen Strange could not claim to be brimming with confidence, but he would still do his utmost to achieve the best possible outcome.
"It seems you truly have gained some insight." Ancient One watched Stephen Strange gradually calm down, a composed air emerging around him. She knew he had thought through many things, and nodded approvingly.
"Since that is the case, let us begin. You will go to the New York Sanctum, and I will go to the