Apocalypse's brow twitched slightly, but he didn't rush to retort. His fingertips paused on the desktop for a moment. "Are you sure?"
"Sure." Russell's voice was very steady. "Hiding things is not a long-term solution.
The root of the antagonism between mutants and ordinary people lies in the 'difference'. If they know that everyone has the same thing inside their bodies, and mutants just activated it earlier, that root will be severed.
As for making technology public, that's even simpler. Only with an overall enhancement of Earth's technology can the speed at which mutants move toward the universe keep pace with the times."
Apocalypse was silent for a few seconds, then slowly nodded. "As long as you've decided."
After he finished, his voice lowered a bit, his gaze drooping slightly. "What about Wakanda and Atlantis? As far as I know, they've always kept their technology tightly under wraps and won't make it public. At least not hand it over because of a statement."
Russell put his teacup down and didn't speak, signaling him to continue.
His gaze landed on Apocalypse. There was no urging in those eyes, nor any surprise, as if he had known all along that Apocalypse would say these words.
Apocalypse stood up and took two steps within the room. His voice sank a bit more, as if these thoughts had been brewing in his chest for a long time and had finally found an outlet at this moment:
"They've hidden their technology for too long, so long that those things are no longer just tools.
Wakanda's Vibranium has been buried underground for at least a millennium. Generation after generation of kings have drunk the juice of the Heart-Shaped Herb before Bast to prop up this nation hidden in the mountains until today.
Atlantis is the same.