When Deathstroke arrived at the White House with the old man, the Black gentleman was actually holding a morning press conference.
He had risen very early. Even though the reporters below were all yawning, he himself was full of energy, impeccably dressed, and wore a warm, friendly smile.
Was there anything important about this press conference? Not really. He was simply looking for fun.
"Sir, you have been in office for a year now, yet you have not fulfilled a single promise you made during your campaign. Do you think the American people made the right choice in choosing you?"
After receiving approval from the press secretary, a Polar Bear reporter stood up to ask his question. He was easy to identify; even his words smelled of vodka.
The cheerful Black man rested both hands on the podium. As the other party asked his question, he kept nodding with great poise, as though he were listening attentively.
When the reporter finished and stood there eagerly awaiting an answer, the Black President smiled and replied:
"I don't think those things are important, because people must always look forward. Focusing too much on the past will not change anything, because nobody can perform Time Reversal." The President's tone was light, his mind quick. He did not even need to think when answering questions, and his words were full of philosophy.
Campaign promises were matters of the past. A person could not live while caring too much about what had once happened.
The Polar Bear man, who looked more like a wrestler than a reporter, nodded. He seemed persuaded, wearing an expression of You make a good point, before continuing with another question:
"Currently, the United States is stirring up another proxy war in the Middle East. Do you believe this is another