Cloud
"Sephiroth! I know you're listening! I know what you want to say!"
(He shakes his head)
Cloud
"That I wasn't in Nibelheim five years ago."
"That's it, isn't it?"
(A blink of white, a gong of a church bell, and Sephiroth is there.)
Sephiroth
"I see you finally understand."
Cloud
"What you are trying to say is that you want to confuse me,
right?"
"But... even making me see those things won't affect me."
"I remember it all. The heat of the fire... the pain in my
body... and in my heart!"
(Sephiroth shakes his head grimly.)
Sephiroth
"Oh, is that so?"
"
You are just a puppet... you have no heart... and cannot feel
any pain..."
"
How can there be any meaning in the memory of such a being?"
"What I have shown you is reality. What you remember, that is
the illusion."
(Cloud shrugs. He walks right up to Sephiroth.)
Sephiroth
"...Do you understand?"
Cloud
"I don't want to understand."
(He turns away from him.)
Cloud
"But, I want to ask you one thing. Why... why are you doing
this?"
(A blink of white. Sephiroth appears in front of Cloud, between Tifa and
Cid, his arms raised. They run to stand beside Cloud.)
Sephiroth
"Ha, ha, ha......"
"I want to take you back to your real self."
"The one who gave me the Black Materia that day..."
"
Who would have ever thought a failed experiment would prove so useful?"
"Hojo would die if he knew."
(Cloud steps forward)
Cloud
"Hojo!? What does he have to do with me!?"
(Sephiroth lowers his arms.)
Sephiroth
"Five years ago you were..."
"...constructed by Hojo, piece by piece, right after Nibelheim
was burnt."
"
A puppet made up of vibrant Jenova cells, her knowledge, and the power of Mako."
"
An incomplete Sephiroth-clone. Not even given a number. ...That is your reality."