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"No no, Just sit tight. We've got it covered." he called back to her pouring two tall wine glasses full of crimson red wine. If he were a lesser man he thought, he could've slipped something in her drink and had his way with her right here right now. Ahah, he laughed at the thought. Despite his evil ways he was at least a man of honor. And a dishonest victory like that wasn't a victory now was it? Shaking those thoughts from his head he cracked his neck and carried out the tray, setting everything neatly before her. Moving to the other side of the table and sitting everything down for him. Sliding the large tray off to the side. "You know, it's funny. We hear when most creatures go on these date things they talk about themselves, their pasts and get to know each other. This really can't happen between us since there probably isn't much one doesn't know about the other. So we're at a loss for what to discuss" he said chuckling slightly taking a sip of his drink. Looking down at the salad he frowned for a moment, not so perfect. Dammit.

Yawgmoth snickered for a moment fiddling around with the salad dancing his fork over it. "Us? hmm oh." he paused "It's...it's nothing. We have a weird compulsion with food, it's nothing honestly." he said taking a large bite, bracing himself for disgust. He found it rather pleasing which was evidenced by his lightened mood after he started to eat. He definitely thought to himself that this was because there was no actual cooking involved. The real meal would be a disaster. He'd have to let her know his nervous tick about his own cooking so she wouldn't think it was her. "Now now" he said between bites "We find no one more interesting than you. We were just talking about this the other day were we not? There's really not a lot to us either, that you haven't already seen or that we can actually remember. When you've been around the so called block as many times as we have, memories of younger days tend to fade. That and after the accident we really don't remember much of before it. Only that we were abandoned as a baby and adopted by two thran women. We never had a father figure." he said shrugging his shoulders. "That's about it for us, so please. Go on. Tell us more about you"

Yawgmoth nodded along listening to her give her life story, things he hadn't heard before. Once she paused he quirked his eyebrow and drank down the rest of his glass to wash down the large bite of salad before speaking. "We have just one simple question for you." he said "What about your mother? Sure you had fantastic youth with your father and your sister, but after your mother left you on the porch what became of her? Do you know?" he inquired. She sounded like she had a very happy childhood. Quite the opposite of himself. Heh, he held up his hand "Ahh one more thing before you start" he said lowering his hand. "We know it's rude to ask a woman her age, however this talk of your birthday makes us curious. Just how old are you? We have a guess. You don't have to answer if you don't want to. Just curious."

Yawgmoth finished another bite and gave a solemn nod. "We're sorry to hear that." he replied gently. "At least you have the solace in knowing both of your parents. Though, we often wonder whether it is worse to never know and long for them, or know and lose them like you have. We don't know really." he responded thinking for a moment about which was worse. He guessed in a way they both had their bads and their goods. Shrugging slightly at his own thoughts he returned to her to see if she had more to say.

"Twenty-three huh?" he replied finishing the bite of his salad leaving an empty plate and empty glass. "You know, we really aren't so different. Allow us a moment to give you some insight to our life that you might not have seen during moments of connection and omnipotence hmm?" he requested. She had seen and shared many memories with him but there were still things she wasn't aware of. How he grew up, how it was ironic that those people rejected her for being different. And his adoptive race did the same to him after the accident.

"You see, you were shunned from those people because you weren't the same. Because you were different." he began "Much the same came to be for us. You see, after the Old God left here because of Aliator's stupidity we met him again. He revealed all to us. Everything we were. Our parents, Old Gods that were hunted down by the new order of Gods and killed hid us away on the most developed planet at the time with a race of humanoids called Thran. We were raised by two Thran women. Did well in school and basically buried ourselves in books. Kind of like you hmm?" he chuckled.

"Our mothers were so proud of us. Top of our class, our best friend at the time Glacian, was second. The two of us went on to work for the thran government. We were put on a project to solve their energy crisis. We found the solution in rocks called Powerstones. Stones that actually give off and absorb the magical energy known to most as 'mana'. Our machine of course, backfired and the resulting explosion caught us. Glacian was spared behind glass and machines but we took the full brunt. This triggered the Old God that was locked up inside of us to breach his cage and spread his influence." he said with a sort of saddened tone.

"His influence allowed our genetic heritage to flourish. Basically unlocking the abilities of our Titan race to us. This changed us to the form you see today. However our abilities came at a great price. They were seen as evil and black magic. Forbidden spells and things we shouldn't have been able to do. Our mothers turned their back to us. The Thran society cast us out. We were filled with hatred. The only life we ever knew had betrayed us. So they wanted a villain, they saw a villain in us and we gave them one. We let our powers grow and it washed away all of our Thran self. We renamed ourself Yawgmoth. In a language we created, Phyrexian. Meaning "God". Since that's what we were to those insects. We crushed them. Wiped them out. Created the first phyrexians from their corpses and discovered our gift. The gift of life. Ironic, that we discover the ability to grant life by taking it away. So you see, instead of feeling regret over the deaths we caused, we embraced what we thought to be our purpose in the universe. This of course drove us to be what we are today." he finished explaining taking a long breath and sort of looking away. Basically admitting he had chosen to be evil and turn his feelings of remorse and regret in unnecessary bothersome emotions that he ignored, admitting he had shed a conscience that told him to do the right thing in favor of the wrong.

Yawgmoth gently placed his hand on hers. "That is the difference in our situations. And it is key." he said in a quiet sounding voice. "You had your father, your sister there to help you through. We had no one. Everyone rejected us. We were alone. And in solitude, nothing is there to stop the thoughts from coming into your mind. The hatred, will always consume the conscience." he replied. "We are, indeed polar opposites with very similar experiences. Two sides of one coin is exactly how we would put it. What does this mean though? Are we never to be on good terms with you for long before our path crosses yours in a manner of evil and treachery? " he asked turning his face towards her own. His eyes were soft, solemn, instead of the usual hard glare or firm confidant glow.