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+ [[Present-day Vincent stands in the ruined cave, holding his gun.]]
+ Vincent (narrating): My gun... It was Lucretia's gift to me during our
last sally to destroy Sephiroth.

+ [[Vincent holds the gun before his face, his eyes closed.]]
+ Vincent (narrating): And yet...

+ [[Vincent stands before the ruined altar, as the ghostly images of both
Lucrecia and Jenova wrap around him.]]
+ Vincent (narrating): Though she never knew him, he was her son.  But she was
also a part of Jenova.  So why did she help me?  Thinking too much about the
webs of deception we spun around each other makes my head ache and my heart
long for simpler times.  When love was absolute, and Lucretia's actions were
simply a fluke.
+ Vincent (narrating): But I see now we had been dancing around each other like
wolves in the hunt all this time.  30 years in the coffin only delayed our
game of wits, not ended it.
+ Vincent (narrating): And Lucretia's gifts were a double-edged sword.

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