She thinks that she might be able to kill him. Actually, she even sort of wants to. There's probably even a clever way she could hijack his gate from him and make it her own, if she were motivated enough.
He was incorrect. She is not a plant. There was no grand conspiracy from the networked plants of December. She is and always was human. She is not an endless font of goodness and empathy and kindness. She has all of those things, but because she's nurtured them. Because she cherished them. Because she wanted to be good and empathetic and kind.
With his actions, he has been stealing the opportunities for humans to nurture the virtues he so loves. Then he has been condemning them for not being good enough. He wants to know how she was able to be so good when all of the humans he's met aren't? Here's his answer, or at least part of it, and it's very simple. December is very fucking far from Julai. She was safe and comfortable enough to have space to try to be good. To grow strong enough to be good when it's hard, when it sucks. Probably there are humans that are better than she is, that don't need this kind of safety, but it's obvious from her sense of self that she absolutely needed it.
If he'd had his way, she might have been born, but she's not sure she could ever have been the sort of person she is now.
The sort of person who will not kill him, actually. Even though she kind of wants to.