Note: I fixed the misspelling of Lucrecia's name. Apologies! I wasn't paying attention.
Bitter (Vincent)
I still remember vividly the day I became a Turk.
I remember the look on Veld's face when I took down the target a mile away.
I remember the first time I saw Lucrecia. It was my first day, walking to my office. She was standing off to the side of the hallway, talking to Gast. The first thing I noticed was her eyes.
I remember thinking that every person had their own reasons for doing what they do. A few even have purpose. It was not the reasons that led me to becoming a Turk. It was when I became a Turk that I thought I found the reasons. I told her this. She responded by smiling in that knowing way she used to.
I had fancied myself some kind of dark knight then, saving her by fighting the enemy.
I was a killer, plain and simple. It was my justification. A so-called reason.
I remember the Jenova project. Lucrecia would talk about it incessantly. She thought it was the key to her future.It was the key to our downfall. In reality, we ourselves caused our own downfall. We are the instigators of our own destruction.
I still remember her screaming from the depths of that basement hell.
Purpose and reason aren't all they're cracked up to be.