At those words, a flash of delight instantly lit Charles's eyes, filled with approval and anticipation.
This was precisely the path to coexistence he had dreamed of: earning acceptance through goodwill and dissolving divisions through protection.
As long as mutants continued to give and protect humanity, one day the two peoples would truly set aside their antagonism and coexist in peace.
In his view, Solomon's vision and philosophy held far more promise than extreme slaughter.
Erik, beside him, slowly shook his head, his eyes cool and indifferent. He had no faith whatsoever in this philosophy.
Humans were never that simple or naive.
Protecting them without compensation and giving endlessly would only reduce mutants to humanity's free muscle and unpaid labor in the end.
When humans needed power to rely on, they would praise mutants and cling to them.
Once the crisis passed and stability returned, suspicion and hostility would come surging back. Mutants would still be abandoned, suppressed, and purged.
Warmhearted protection could not buy lasting respect.
In contrast to their differing reactions, the Black King's expression had already darkened completely, turning utterly ugly.
He had originally assumed that the mysterious Boss who commanded a mutant as powerful as A-Train and had even founded Vought must possess a mature, discerning outlook and have long since seen through humanity's inherent flaws.
Never had he imagined that the man's thinking would be so laughably childish.
With supreme power at his disposal, he was willing to bow his head and reduce noble mutants to humanity's subordinates, to be ordered around?
Foolish!
Utterly idiotic!
Rage surged through him. Unable to contain himself any longer, the Black King slammed his palm onto the conference table. The thunderous impact made the tabletop tremble slightly.
He abruptly rose and rebuked him harshly, his voice brimming with contempt