Why had the Inhumans suffered such a disaster?
This question had plagued Black Bolt, consuming all his attention.
He had few answers. He did not know where that inhuman golden King had come from. He did not know why that person had passed judgment upon the Inhumans, whether His judgment concerning them was correct, or even whether He had the right to do so. He admitted that Attilan had prepared for the Dark Order's arrival, but the mutation-matter warheads were among their final measures. He had even prepared himself to face the legendary Dark Tyrant, determined to stand up and protect Attilan and even Earth—but he could not convince himself, could not deny that the Human Monarch's reasoning was wrong. If even he failed, then the Gene Council would certainly launch mutation-matter warheads at Earth. That was an undeniable measure. After all, the proposal had been raised every time and had already become part of the standard procedure.
This is not necessarily a bad thing, Black Bolt thought. He had not even figured out how the Human Monarch knew of such a classified proposal. If the Human Race is the target, then turning more Earthlings into Inhumans would also strengthen humanity, wouldn't it? We will ultimately face the same enemy. Why should we kill one another?
Though he had never regarded the Human Race as an inferior species like other Inhumans did, he had likewise forgotten why the Civilian Clans had established a special security force for adolescents: because Inhumans were incredibly dangerous when they could not control their own abilities. Even if he remembered, he could persuade himself that humanity had ways to solve that problem. Earth was so vast, while Attilan had no room for Inhumans to grow freely.
"The Human Race is gradually removing Kree mutant genes."