"What are you doing here?" Broad-mindedness was for superheroes, and Wong, the chef, was clearly not among them. He still could not let go of the time Daisy had gravely injured the Ancient One.
In his imagination, if the Ancient One had not been severely wounded, Kaecilius would never have been able to kill him.
Daisy had no way to explain all the connections behind it. To put it bluntly, Wong had been utterly loyal to the Ancient One, but did the Ancient One truly care about him? Perhaps he once had, but the Ancient One had abandoned everything to pursue a higher realm. To him, all that had happened in the past was ancient history. He had cast it aside thoroughly and mercilessly.
The Ancient One could arrange his own affairs after death. He could patiently teach Doctor Strange, and no one had been urging him, yet he had still resolutely taken that final step forward.
He used his own death to spur Doctor Strange onward. From his perspective and position, it was difficult to call that right or wrong. He had protected humanity for six hundred years, and now he was tired and wanted to pursue his own goal. There was nothing wrong with that.
But to Doctor Strange, it was far too cruel. Doctor Strange had always believed that his own incompetence had caused his mentor's tragic death.
As though she had not seen Wong's hostility, Daisy smiled and nodded. Her gaze automatically skipped over the rather horrifying food in his hand as she examined Doctor Strange.
The more she looked, the more shocked she became. This man had not gone mad yet. That was truly a miracle.
No one in the Marvel world had ever talked about Doctor Strange's willpower, and Daisy had never paid much