Once again, I am uncertain.
I do not know if my suspicions about my nature are correct, it may be that I am merely emutaling emotions, not feeling them myself.
I supose this is a case of 'only time will tell.
"Well, my plans for the moment involve waiting for thee.
But if I were left to my own devices, I could either let my plans come to fruitation in a matter of seconds, or drag it out for as long as I wish.
I would probally go for the former.
Afterall, I hath waited at least seven billion years just for a chance to be free from my imprisonment, what is another few thousand years to me?"