The Cetra are far too wise for such tricks, are they?

[He prowls forward a few steps and watches her face for her response. Any twitch of fear or anxiety.]

...I know what you are. You can hear the voice of our Planet, right? You can hear it crying in pain. The Lifestream buckles under the weight of its burden. How can you be so certain that it wouldn't be better off under my tutelage? How can you be so sure this world wouldn't be?