Disclaimer: Don't own VII…Wild Child is by the Doors.
Wild Child
You think me misunderstood, don't you? A mad, tortured soul, only driven to conquer the world because I'm a puppet, and Jenova the puppeteer. You think that the love of the woman who gave birth to me is all it would take for me to "return to sanity," as you so quaintly put it. You think I understand Cloud so well because we are almost the same, save for appearance. And even there, the differences are few.
You're a fool, and you insult me.
We have similarities, I admit. Both master swordsmen, part of SOLDIER, in one way or another. We were both at Nibelheim that fateful day, when I burned that nest of Shin-Ra secrets to the ground. In what I find a laughable irony, we were both subject to Hojo's meddling in our genetics. What you fail to see is the one major difference between the Ultima Weapon's owner and the wielder of the Masamune.
I am superior. And I'm not arrogant, because my deeds speak for themselves.
I hear the voice of Jenova. And I obey because it suits me. I follow her orders, knowing that she knows more than I…for now. There is no shame, and certainly nothing subservient in learning from an inferior. In time, she'll no longer be useful to me.
Did you never stop to ponder it? Why do I throw Jenova creatures out at will, yet you will not face me until you've reached the bottom of the North Crater? Jenova needs me more than I will ever need her. I am her arms in this world…her Knight, if you will. And it isn't unheard of for the Knight to overthrow his Lord, is it?
It isn't personal to me. With the exception of Cloud and his rag-tag assortment of misfits, this is simply doing what I must to ensure the success and promise of what I know will be mine. Cloud has made it personal, using the death of the Cetra…those backstabbers, and that slip of a girl especially…as his own reasoning for thwarting me. He can attempt it if he likes. He couldn't stop me in Nibelheim, he couldn't stop me at the Temple of the Ancients…how I despised being there…and he'll never defeat me, period.
For, with the power of Jenova, I will become a god. All shall love me and despair.
Wild Child
Full of grace
Savior of the