"Honestly, I've got no idea anymore," Strange just bluntly responds. "My mirrors will continue to grow, so the Silver Mirror's influence could continue to spread, so that means..." That means what? He doesn't know. Strange shrugs, to try and show his utter confusion about the whole scenario. His tone of voice is more baffled and hesitant than anything outright scared.

"If the Mother of Invention had any say in the matter, I'd be fully transformed into the Mirror already. I doubt she's the only fae that thinks that way."

It's a bit inconvenient when your object of great power is in a bunch of teeny tiny pieces.