"...I thought not," he said. "See? You don't know me at all."
Then he brought his hand up to her face, touching her cheek with his palm. The sensation shocked her, like a sudden jolt of electricity, something she knew she had no reason to fear, but she fled anyway, teleporting out of his grasp and reappearing a few steps away. He did not follow.
Cautiously, she put her own hand upon her cheek, still feeling it tingle. But why did her hand feel so much colder than his?
But...no. This was only a trick. He was treating her as a human, trying to make her feel sympathetic. Another pointless effort. She lowered her hand.
"Perhaps you are right. But 'love' is a concept that pertains to evolution. You love only by instinct. I have no need for such a thing other than to know that it is a threat to the universe."
He smirked again. "Instinct, eh? Maybe you're right. No, you are. You're exactly right. It's all instinct. Everything I do is instinct.”
He turned away, his coat swishing behind him, and faced the limitless expanse of space, with all its celestial lights glowing incandescent. "You know, I really don't give a damn about the universe. I don't give a damn about preserving humanity either. Maybe they do, but I don't. Most of it is dead now anyway. All I know, is that there is a power inside of me, so strong, so powerful, that I feel I might explode if I don't let it out."