Higgs' gaze looked down to the hand on his arm. His thoughts became consumed with that small gesture of comfort between humans. Since the Shards had granted him the DOOMs, the powers that made him the god-particle, he hadn't had any physical contact whatsoever. Touch had become a memory unless it brought death. He felt like could feel his skin burn under the warmth of it, causing him to flinch slightly.
His eyes returned to Kytana, and beyond the blackness of the wells of the eyes of the skull mask she could see the deep wells of green and grey looking back at her full of fear, pain and anguish. In that moment, Kytana was no longer talking to the Higgs that came to the station to corrupt the Heart, to blacken it so that the original writer could influence the reality here, but to the man who once had a name other than his being. To the man with the second name Monaghan. The man who sold his own world to see his son in the afterlife. "It's too late. Please... help them, but..." he practically whispered, through choked emotion. The last desperate gasp of his remaining humanity pushing through layers of evil, the dying ember of the light in darkness. "You can't save me. "
As quickly as they appeared in the wells of the black eyes, those lights of green and grey faded into nothing. Kytana was now staring into the black wells of the golden skull. Through a grin, she heard the same jaggedly frantic insanity, the same humoured hubris. The arrogance of the God Particle; "You'll have to destroy me."