I'd say I'm trying not to get my hopes up since it is a different universe, but I'm not sure hope is the right word. The rest of us, the masters, we do our part in protecting the --

[He catches himself about to say the Sanctums, but finds suddenly that he doesn't want to explain the mystical mechanics of the Earth's only defense against Dormammu, devourer of worlds. At least, not any further than he's probably already let slip to Gabriel in other conversations.]

-- the Earth, but she was the last real line of defense. She held...everything together.