Good to see you, Cloud. [Throws Cloud to the top of a building and follows him] Your geostigma is gone. That's too bad.

Sephiroth, what do you want?

The last thoughts of 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. [Turns the sky clouded] Then one day, we'll find a new planet and on its soil we'll create a shining future.

What about this planet?

Well, that's up to you, Cloud.