You? What twist of fate made it you? Someone I had always looked down on even as you looked up to me. I had worshippers by the dozen. The whole world admired me until…I made them fear me.
But was it I who they feared? Was it the once great man inside that shell that you uncovered? Or was it just…a puppet? That…thing that I once called a mother was wrong. It was I who was a puppet, not you. You.
So now I wait in this hell they call a heaven, deep below the earth. My body twisted and malformed by the power of that…thing and the orb that was my goal. That you gave to me. You. How ironic that a failure should be the tool of my success.
Then…I felt my hold on you weaken and dissipate as you fell into the pit. The pit I too, fell into, all those years ago. And, like the phoenix from the flames, we rose, stronger than ever, and ready to take on those that wronged us. I took on the planet, and you are taking on the man who killed everything you loved.
But…that man perished when I heard the bestial death cry of that creature above me. Now you are coming down to face me, and for the first time since my childhood I…I am afraid. I am afraid. Of you. You.
The last time I faced you in single combat, your rage overwhelmed you, and you…you…killed me. The famed 'great general', bested by a sixteen year old guard. Rage is a powerful thing, as I have discovered, and I fear it will be my end. My rage bought me to this place; your rage will banish me from it.
I see you coming down to my lair, with your odd companions. A Turk, a pilot, a manager, a rebel, a lion, a thief, and a girl who has as much reason to hate me as you do. But she isn't showing it; I can see it in your eyes, hard and cold.
So as I heave my twisted body and cry out my challenge, I know even as I say it that I will be defeated, again, by you. You. A clone without a number, without a name, without an identity, without…no, you have emotions. I didn't believe it until I saw the rage in your eyes, but I do now.
Come, failure. Fight me. I cannot surrender. Not to you.
But was it I who they feared? Was it the once great man inside that shell that you uncovered? Or was it just…a puppet? That…thing that I once called a mother was wrong. It was I who was a puppet, not you. You.
So now I wait in this hell they call a heaven, deep below the earth. My body twisted and malformed by the power of that…thing and the orb that was my goal. That you gave to me. You. How ironic that a failure should be the tool of my success.
Then…I felt my hold on you weaken and dissipate as you fell into the pit. The pit I too, fell into, all those years ago. And, like the phoenix from the flames, we rose, stronger than ever, and ready to take on those that wronged us. I took on the planet, and you are taking on the man who killed everything you loved.
But…that man perished when I heard the bestial death cry of that creature above me. Now you are coming down to face me, and for the first time since my childhood I…I am afraid. I am afraid. Of you. You.
The last time I faced you in single combat, your rage overwhelmed you, and you…you…killed me. The famed 'great general', bested by a sixteen year old guard. Rage is a powerful thing, as I have discovered, and I fear it will be my end. My rage bought me to this place; your rage will banish me from it.
I see you coming down to my lair, with your odd companions. A Turk, a pilot, a manager, a rebel, a lion, a thief, and a girl who has as much reason to hate me as you do. But she isn't showing it; I can see it in your eyes, hard and cold.
So as I heave my twisted body and cry out my challenge, I know even as I say it that I will be defeated, again, by you. You. A clone without a number, without a name, without an identity, without…no, you have emotions. I didn't believe it until I saw the rage in your eyes, but I do now.
Come, failure. Fight me. I cannot surrender. Not to you.