[The boy looks down with a small grimace. Did he seriously die? He's pretty dang sure he did, yeah, because it didn't take much to connect the dots — they lost. The stones were all taken and the gauntlet was used, away from their eyes. And then... the Guardians — and then Dr. Strange... And he'd felt this... this horrible, horrible feeling in his stomach. And it had hurt, like his body was trying desperately not to let him crumble into dust, too.

There was Mr. Stark... and an apology.

He was looking at him, and it all just — went dark.

And then he was being pulled. Down.

Realizing he'd gone a quiet for a little too long, he snaps out of it.]

... Pretty sure, yeah. It was... Okay, it'll probably sound pretty crazy, but — this big purple dude from space, he wiped out half the galaxy. Like — trillions. It was all part of some plan to bring balance to the universe, or something stupid like that.

... He was nuts, so.