Author’s Note: I’m not working from a prompt today, not from me or anyone else. I admit, this may be part of something larger, but I couldn’t resist posting it right where it ended. It was too hard to resist that moment.
Tapped into my science fiction side for this one.
“If you remain close to anyone, you will destroy them. Your nature, your very physiology demands it. You are, in essence, a monster. A black hole. What you touch, you consume. That is the nature of your species and why they were hunted down and exterminated.”
He nodded, aware of most of this already. He was no child to be told the ways of the universe, nor was he inclined to feign ignorance of his worst attributes. “Have you come to tell me that I will be sharing that fate? If that is so, I should like time to reflect.”
“It has never been my intention to harm anyone or anything,” he said, folding his hands in his lap. They appeared so ordinary, as those of any humanoid species would, and did not betray any hint of what she called him—a monster. “Yet it is my nature. What I have done bears some reflection, does it not? You have determined the sentence to be carried out, and it must be done, but I would like some time to accept that fate.”
The matron regarded him with sudden fear and suspicion. “What is it you plan, dark one? What will you do to sate your hunger and free yourself from our prison?”
“I have no desire to consume your world. I simply wish to remember when I was happy.”
The woman frowned. “I do not believe you. Your kind feels only hunger—that hunger that cannot be satisfied—and you consume all in your path.”
He rose, standing to face her. She shrank back, authority and bravado lost in one simple step. “Were that so, old one, you would already be dead.”