Thanos continues walking towards the man at a steady pace. "Still, he accomplished his mission," he speaks in a calm, even tone.

"You may regret that. He brought you face to face with the Master of the Mystic Arts."

Thanos' gait doesn't change. "And where do you think he brought you?"

"Let me guess. Your home?"

Thanos stops, props his leg up atop some debris and laughs to himself as if the wizard had told him something he found personally amusing. He sets a large, gauntleted hand on his leg. Four stones are already embedded in it; only two open sockets remain.

"It was. And it was beautiful." Thanos clenches his fist, and the Reality Stone suddenly lights up. In one swooping motion, like an image loading horizontally, the scenery changes. Instead of a Titan broken and desolate, there's a Titan full of life and people.

"Titan was like most planets. Too many mouths, not enough to go around. And when we faced extinction, I offered a solution."

The wizard's expression is incredulous. "Genocide," he supplies.

"But random, dispassionate, fair to rich and poor alike. They called me a madman. And what I predicted came to pass."

The image of Titan at its peak dissolves in much the same way as it appeared; the red light of the Reality Stone dies out.

"Congratulations, you're a prophet."

"I'm a survivor."

"Who wants to murder trillions."

"With all six stones, I could simply snap my fingers." Thanos demonstrates. "They would all cease to exist. I call that mercy."