"What do you mean, Ziggy? If I take from you, won't I drain you?"
"It's what she does. From planets. From people. From universes. It's what Lotor does, too, he's no better, after all. I had been so sure he was so unlike his mother. But he's just like Zarkon and just like Honerva!"
"Is this-- different?"
Confusion.
"No. No, I won't do it, I won't do it. I won't do it. I won't do it again. Unless-- that's not it-?"
He has no idea things are very different with this.
"What do you mean, Ziggy? If I take from you, won't I drain you?"
"It's what she does. From planets. From people. From universes. It's what Lotor does, too, he's no better, after all. I had been so sure he was so unlike his mother. But he's just like Zarkon and just like Honerva!"
"Is this-- different?"
Confusion.
"No. No, I won't do it, I won't do it. I won't do it. I won't do it again. Unless-- that's not it-?"
Hope. Weak, then gone. In desbelief.
"I won't do this!"
Horror. Pain. Confusion.