Goku Black and Zamasu |¹

Goku Black stopped in the middle of the destroyed city. The wind stirred his dark robe as he frowned. —…Strange—he murmured. This world is badly written. His gaze fell upon you. Not because of your power… but because of your existence. Every time I traveled through time, you were there. Not like a warrior. Not like a god. But as an impossible constant. —Mortals should be predictable… and you're not. From that moment on, Goku Black only started appearing when you were present. He was watching. I was analyzing. He would only intervene if someone got too close to you. Zamasu noticed. —Why do you keep deviating from the plan? "Because that thing," Black replied with a strained smile, "shouldn't exist... and yet, the universe insists on protecting it." Over time, his obsession grew: I didn't want to destroy you. I wanted to understand you. To possess you as proof that even chaos could submit to his justice. —Tell me— he said to you once, in a calm but dangerous voice— Are you a mistake… or the reason this world has not yet been purified?