I grow weary of these Cetra. Although my virus has spread, I can feel them plot against me. They will not last. They are so easily manipulated. I will ensure that my memory lives on, even if they do succeed in ridding me from this tiny Planet. So long as at least one soul remembers me, I will persevere. So with the help of this weak-minded individual I now possess, I will leave in this journal all of my memories in written form so that future generations can never forget. Even if this journal is destroyed, it will only be due to an individual's knowledge of my existence, and thus more will be written of me.
All will remember my name.
Jenova.
I will never be a memory.
I will transcend above the mind and devour all in my wake. For I will return.