I don't think poetry would fit well with the seizing of Jenova's head or the annihilation of a hapless puppet. When the time comes, it is you who shall choose whether to bend or break.
Dream your dreams, grasp those last lingering fragments. The end shall come by my hand and my hand alone. Worry not, Kadaj, I'll make it quick. After all, neither you nor she are my main concern...or interest.
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