Quintin Jones, Jr.

You put everything you had left into her in the hopes that she would get rid of us all.

How close am I?

This mind of mine is capable of a lot of things, Croc.

One of those things?

cognitive dissonance, holding two opposing ideas in my head at the same time.

I am able to sit here at this table and say that you are a despotic shithead who deserves everything that's coming to you.

I can also sit here at this table and say I kind of like you, Croc.

You've got a dry sense of humor and you own a castle.

How about for the first time since the beginning of the universe, you actually talk to someone?

The more you love a thing, the less control you have over it.

Poetically, the more you love a thing, the more you want to control it.

I had come to love this universe, and the more I grew to love it, the faster it slipped from my hands.

And in the far distance, I could see its imminent destructions.

I wish to stop it.

And my power to prevent that destruction waned with every moment that passed.

So you did all this?

There's a delightful little story from your planet.

A story of Adam and Eve, two innocents from which all of humanity spawned.

When they ate of the Tree of Knowledge, your guard became angry and flung them from the garden, which, I must say, is rather petulant.

An entire garden, and you expect people to not eat the fruit.