Stephen was, after all, a public figure. Before something happened to his fingers, he had been a renowned surgeon in the Federation.
So...
Just as politicians never told the truth, Stephen, as a public figure, would not openly reveal his principles in public.
But.
Who could blame him when Mage Mordo was being so foolish that Stephen could no longer hold himself back?
Good grief.
You had gained a slave because the North had won, then come before us Southerners and said that we should help your slave reverse time and return?
Your brain must be full of mercury.
So Stephen had not held back.
Still, it was no problem. After chopping down this slave, his views could still be preserved.
What?
Stephen could not beat Mordo?
Perhaps Stephen, even with the Time Stone's support, would not be able to go head-to-head with Dormammu. But with the Time Stone, dealing with a mere Mordo was nothing difficult.
Just as Casillas had complained, Stephen did not mind using his ultimate move the moment he entered the battlefield.
Within the Chaos Universe.
Lake watched the events unfolding in the projection and could not help laughing heartily. "Interesting. Very interesting."
As he spoke, Lake looked toward The Ancient One, who had come at his invitation to drink tea, and smiled. "I have to say, this really is an unexpected surprise."
The Ancient One smiled as well. "Stephen is white, and an elite white man at that. Given his personality, something like this happening is perfectly normal. It is just a pity that Mordo failed to see it clearly."
The corners of Lake's mouth lifted. "If those little blacks could see people clearly, they would not have been wiped out, would they?"
If that group of little blacks had been more cautious back then