A short poem told by Vincent about himself and Cid.

The Difference

Your dream was to conquer the night, to sail the starry sea
My beautiful Lucrecia; she was the stars to me

Your wings were clipped and yet you made it to your sea of stars
Why did all of your wounds heal while mine all turned to scars?

The weapon made no difference, nor how we were restored
For we each fought with bravery and were cut by Shinra's sword

What then, is it in this world that has set us apart?
It is that while you kept your dreams, I held nightmares in my heart