Beauty dwells in even the most evil of souls. There is not one beign who does not carry within him or her kindness and goodness.. The virtues may be miniscule, but they are there. There is always something that will break even the most cynical and jaded of hearts.

I am not a monster

People think that murderers are simply evil, with no hope for redemption. This is not true. The most vile of men can hope for blessed forgivness. It is rarely given, so when it is, the miracle is an exquisite thing of grace. Oh, grace. Something that is so very seldom given. But even a so called cold hearted killer desires this grace.

I don't deserve your scorn

Sometimes people think of killers as menaces. This is true. This can not be denied. But let us ask who a real menace is. Is a real menace someone who removes the ill-mannered and despicable from the world? Yes. However, the people who cause the killers to emerge are also menaces. So then let us ask who the true threat is.

You created me.

The real true menace is society. When people cause another to lose his mind, they are responsible. They are responsible for the lives that are lost. While it is true that people are responsible for thier own actions, when a mind is lost, they don't know better.

I am not a monster. I don't deserve your scorn. Simply because you created me.

Yes, you created me. You didn't teach me right from wrong. You infused me with the cells that made me lose my mind, lose my free will. You, yes you, created what so many consider to be the ultamate monster. It is your fault that millions died! It is your fault that I carry this pain in my soul.

Yet I carry the blame

I might have killed people. I killed the one I loved, even. I caused millions to weep as they discovered the bodies of thier own dead loved ones. How my heart now breaks to think of the anguish I caused. The heart that was cold as stone in life bleeds now in death.

I payed for both our sins.

As I sit here alone, finally sane again, all I can think about is my pain. And the pure hated flowing through my soul. Perhaps nothing in my life was pure, but this hatred is. If my life, my essence, had not been taken from me, I would have killed you. Then I would be resting peacefully. But no. I am stuck here. I can't rest, not even for a moment.

My life was taken from me.

You killed me. It may not have been your sword that pierced through my body, but you still caused my death. Had it not been for you I would have lived a productive life with the one I loved. I would have been remembered as a loyal soldier. Not the killer of millions.

I carry the blame, I paid for both our sins as my life was taken from me.

You are my father, Hojo. I thought Jenova was my mother. No, Lucrezia was. But you infused me with Jenova's cells, you created this vile being. You were so obsessed with power that you didn't even care about me! While I was the one that killed the people, killing my chances of reaching the Promise Land, you deserve happiness so much less than I do. I now know what I did was wrong, yet you still don't know what you caused. You act so innocent. I suppose you find bliss in ignorance.

Innocence gone forever.

If you had not been so damned obsessed with power, so many lives could be saved! I hate you. You took away my innocence before I even recieved it. You deserve the worst fate imaginable, father. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

~Sephiroth