Sephiroth Tell me what you cherish most. Give me the pleasure of taking it away.
to Cloud Sephiroth The last thoughts of the geostigma's dead. Those remnants will join the Lifestream and girdle the planet. Choking it... corroding it. What I want, Cloud, is to sail the darkness of the cosmos with this planet as my vessel, just as my mother did long ago. Then one day we'll find a new planet. And on its soil, we'll create a shining future. Sephiroth Your geostigma is gone. That's too bad.
to Cloud