Ignatius nods respectfully as Strange steps forward, paying more attention to that than the rest of the bickering. He isn't going to provide any stipulations, especially if he has offers without them being demanded.

Yet, it would seem that his old ward is the one fighting back the hardest. It's to be expected, he supposes. It's the type of spirit he would foster.

"Think carefully, little one," she says, coming forward and kneeling in front of Rita so that they are closer to eye level. "If you choose to fight and lose, their deaths will be on your hands. Are you prepared?"