From the robot's mouth, they heard hope and longing.
Unlike the conspirators sinking beneath the High Tower, JARVIS would live here forever, never seeing an end.
It could not leave. Its programming set its limits, dooming it never to venture beyond this planet.
It had been created by knowledge, yet was trapped within knowledge.
"It looks like it worked," JARVIS said again.
It asked, "What happened to me?"
In the Wizarding Kingdom, the magical network had restricted it, forcing it into dormancy.
Now, however, it was not affected in the slightest.
"JARVIS, go back." Wanda had always hated Stark Industries.
Yet now she wanted to take JARVIS's hand.
JARVIS rose and took a few steps, then looked back to ask its third question. "What about you?"
"We're going back to our own world," Wanda said, her hand enclosed in Vision's large one.
Vision could sense the turmoil in her heart.
Wanda's heart trembled, and she tightened her grip on his hand in turn.
JARVIS nodded and held out a hand. "I hope to see you again. If you can, please give my regards to Mr. Stark."
In the end, he still missed his creator, the genius who had died so young.
Wanda turned her head, unable to bear looking at the robot, and nodded firmly. "I will."
JARVIS's figure gradually receded into the distance.
Wizard City began to sink into the water.
"Let's go back," Wanda said softly.
She looked at Vision and reassured him, "This is the best outcome."
Vision nodded silently.
He had once thought of saving this world, but reality often fell short of one's hopes.
This was a world that could not be saved.
Those taken by Eternal Sleep would remain in an everlasting dream.
It was a kind of death that even those who vanished