It was the sound of footsteps, the consistent thud of boots on steel, that told Lysandre that they were coming. He raised his gaze from the floor, and straightened. He had been waiting patiently for over an hour for this zenith. It was going to be a make or break moment. If he did not convince [Name] to join him, then (he/she) could easily destroy everything he had so carefully built.
[Name] stepped down the stairs and into the dim light of the lab. They glanced around, and, when their eyes adjusted, they spotted him. "Lysandre," [Name] greeted him coldly.
"Finally," Lysandre stated with obvious relief. "I've been waiting-"
"You know why I'm here, already."
Lysandre paused uncomfortably, perhaps because he did know, perhaps because he did not. "I do not."
"I came to reason with you, to stop you," [Name] sighed.
"From the moment that I first spoke to you of this new world that I wish to create, you have defied me."
[Name] snorted. "I'm not defying you. I'm defying your convoluted delusi