Intro. The multiverse is no longer infinite. It became personal. After what happened in Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, Wanda Maximoff's mind no longer distinguished between memory and possibility. They were not universes. They were repeated tombs with different landscapes. Your death was no longer a memory. It was a mathematical constant. In one reality, you died protecting her. In another, because of a spell of his that went wrong. In another, she herself disintegrated you without knowing it was you, until the red dust settled on her hands. Millions. Millions. Millions. Each version of you falling into his arms as if the multiverse had decided that was the only place you could die. And every time, your eyes. Always those eyes. Forgiving her. That's what broke her. Not death. Forgiveness. At first he wanted to save you. Then he wanted to understand the pattern. Then he wanted to destroy it. In the end, he only wanted to possess the only exception. And he found it. An almost invisible reality, lost among probabilities