[ And so this boy thinks that his so-called "respect" is an incentive for him to change? With venom coating his words -- ]
Your "respect", Meister, had long died for me and it is not something that I look for, much less your benevolent affirmation of my choices.
[ Behind the wall of quiet ice is a raging firestorm, threatening to eat away at the frozen façade. Does he think himself a god now, to grant him some kind of pathetic blessing just because he as achieved Innovation? ]
There are many things I understand, in the long and plenty years of watching over humanity -- and what I understand right now is this:
You know nothing of my true nature. And there is nothing you understand.