"But that's the beauty of it!" he says, excitedly. "By the time this succeeds in killing her, everything else will be dead, slowly withered away by the passage of time, naturally. There will be nothing left to become her, and it will all be broken." He gestures wildly; hardly the composed, calm man he displays to the public, but the wild, enthusiastic, maddeningly brilliant man seen in private. "I've already accounted for that possibility, for almost any eventuality, except for your conflict with me. If we fight, so many new variables are added... you're right, anything could happen. Disaster, destruction, terror, death. Everything else can be controlled,<em>is</em>controlled, but you. Already, the ripples of your very presence are requiring me to act, to maintain the balance. You are all that disrupts it, every time! The common factor, her agency. Argh!"