[His expression hardens, and his grip tightens further, his hand almost shaking with a barely contained fury... and almost despair.]

...He's completely insane.

[He tries not to grit his teeth, but he tucks his chin as his eyes hardened.]

He talked about wanting to create a world only for Candles after the Nightfall. No one else. I think you know what that means.

[That she, and many of the people they knew, wouldn't be part of that new world. ...Or any world.]

Asimov's vision of the future is fucked. He thinks that genocide will lead us into some kind of utopia, and he wanted Monarch and I to lead it.

[He grit his teeth behind his lips, his free hand flexing experimentally before forming into a fist.]

He didn't like it when I told him where he could shove it.