"Are you sure?" Strange was skeptical of what his other self had said. He believed that this version of himself still had not realized the severity of the problem. Or rather, he had projected his impression of Wanda in this universe onto the Scarlet Witch.
From what his counterpart had said, Wanda here was emotionally stable, even rather gentle. That meant she either possessed powerful mental strength or had not experienced any Major Events that would drastically change her emotions.
A powerful woman who had lost everything yet longed for a family—such an obsession was enough to twist her emotions until she would sacrifice everything for it. From the sound of it, did he intend to make the Scarlet Witch undergo questioning and treatment from psychiatrists? She would twist every one of those psychiatrists' minds beyond repair!
"I'm sure." Stephen said to Strange, "It's safe here. You all look travel-worn and exhausted. Obviously, you haven't had a proper rest in a long time, have you? My suggestion is to find a room and rest first. Get your energy back. Things will always work out, won't they?"
"I haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time. You know, whenever I fall asleep, I enter a dream. In every dream, either I'm fleeing through various dimensions with her, or I'm dead. Well, rather gruesome and undignified deaths." Strange tried to conceal his mental exhaustion.
"I know, I know. I went through that phase too. Back then, the matters on my hands suddenly increased beyond anything I had anticipated. At the time, I wished I could split myself into hundreds or thousands of pieces to plug up the source of all those tasks. But I wasn't sure whether doing that would have any significant impact on my future.
I was terribly