First Testament: Kuja
"I can feel the anger coming up and over me, clouding my judgment; not against my will. It's almost here, ready to save me from my bleak and despairing destiny—the destiny to die. The power is warm. I want to be baptized in this glow of crimson. Releasing thewhole of my fury, I drown within this Trance."
My solemn gaze wavers as I try with all my might not to crack with an insane laughter. This irony is overwhelming. Imagine, the puppeteer of a legion of soulless creatures, himself soulless; his own life span equal.
My feelings…My raw emotion…. They can't all be fake. What makes us human? And what sets us apart, myself from me creations; us from the rest of the world? Does anybody know? I know it doesn't matter; we can all perish just the same.
Memoria, my safety and recluse, will serve as the final setting of this Act. My play will end with a glorious finale; a powerful descent into the emptiness. The Crystal has the power over all creation. If not even this divine tool of the cosmos can take this biological time limit off my life, then I as the Dark Messenger dub life too unpredictable to continue. This damn anomaly won't stand in the way of my perfect ending. The show must go on; the curtains will close, and everything will cease to live; to exist.
