A few keyboard clicks and he looks up to you "I don't know how I'll sleep knowing this..." And well, what you've told him was well, all your fault and will likely turn everyone into salt- But... At least you proved you existed- You've also told him to turn the fat in your corpse into a soap statue when you're dead.

He probably wishes he never offered to hear you out but hey, he'll leave a little evidence of your horrid legacy behind, bloodstained moon shards on his desk and a text file.