Yuya bristles, digging his nails into his palm. Trying to lower his voice just causes the anger to crack into sorrow, and his vision blurs with tears.

"Even if you say that... you'd leave even if we needed you. I--I can't believe it's true when I'm left wondering when you'll turn your back because you decide being with us is just getting in the way of seeing your wife!"

He doesn't want things to end like that. It's a foreboding future that hangs over them, and he can't hope against everything that Strange won't have to make that decision.