Disclaimer: Various evil companies who cancelled the show own them, not me..
Crichton's mind is as empty and uncomplicated as a bubble, and just as fragile under her touch. He is a child to her, in years and in knowledge. Yet there is a clarity within him that she has never known in herself, and it wakes a hunger that is unrelated to her madness.
Suddenly it is a struggle to take only what is given, not to snatch at the purity before her and devour it. She only restrains herself because such a crime would be not only unforgivable, but senseless.
Experience may be stolen, but innocence can never be reclaimed.
The End