He could feel the longing took at him once more. But Strange's words had an even greater effect. He remembered the stones and their incredible power. Many thought him a god but he was hardly one of the Celestials. Thanos had demonstrated that all too cruely. With the infinity stones, however, everything had been within his reach. Dreams that could become reality in the flick of wrist.
"And yet you never took it..." His gaze was still locked with Strange's. He couldn't quite look away. "It's not the same, is it? Love that is demanded is not the same as one freely given." Everything you should have... It was the motto of his childhood. He lived in Thor's shadow. Everything he had wanted had been there. And yet it had been so far away. "But that has always been my story... you know, it was never about the throne. I just wanted to be thought worthy of it." With that his gaze flickered back to Christine, in her all her glorious nakedness. Just right in her looks even though her hesitancy betrayed that she wasn't quite real. "Were you ever worthy of her?"