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How dared he?
Coming down to my laboratory and accusing me, -me-, of killing you, Lucretia. My dearly beloved wife. I didn't know the experiments would hurt you! You wanted to be part of the Project. I wasn't sure if I should let you, but you persuaded me. And now your precious Turk lover is blaming me for your death.
Gods. . . Lucretia, can you ever forgive me for what I did next? I shot him, your lover. I. . . lost myself, lost control. I just raised my gun and fired. At point-blank range, even Vincent couldn't dodge. But that wasn't the worst, 'Crecia.
I don't know what came over me. . . some madness, a red rage that would not let me go. I turned your Vincent into a monster, Lucrecia, my love. The arm I shot was too badly damaged to be salvaged, so I replaced it as best I could, with a metal prosthetic of my own design. He can still feel things with that arm, even, 'Crecia. I made it as best I could, so you'd be proud of me. Maybe it would help you come to forgive me. . .
Where was I? Oh, yes. Our son is lovely, 'Crecia. But is he really our son? I know that I was not your only love, and there was Jenova. . . but that doesn't matter. You wanted him to be a major part of the Project. I'm going to have to distance myself from him, but it'll be hard. He's all that I have left of you, 'Crecia.
He's a general now, 'Crecia. He still doesn't know that I'm his father. Yes, I'm sure I am. I've never done a test, but I'm still sure. The President just sent him to Nibelheim, to investigate the reactor there. I'm worried. What if he finds my lab? What if he finds Vincent? He could learn all sorts of things that he shouldn't know. Like how he was born.
Well, he found the lab. But he didn't understand what I wrote! He thinks he's a Cetra now, and unless there's something you weren't telling me, he's human. He burned down Nibelheim, 'Crecia. I lost myself again. . . I couldn't help it. I experimented on that upstart soldier brat, for daring to kill our son. I tried to turn him into a clone of Sephiroth. . . but I failed. No, I didn't fail, he did.
There's a new President of Shinra, my love. You never met him, because he's was born over ten years after you died. Rufus. . . he worries me. He is obsessed with finding the "Promised Land", even more so than his father, who was killed by our son. Yes, Sephiroth is alive after all. I only wish you were, too. . .
I know I've never been a good father to our son, but I had my reasons. Those reasons are gone now. . . I'm going to help him. He wants power, so I'll give him power. I don't like it, but if I help him, maybe he'll forgive me.
I'm dying, Lucrecia. It's fitting, I suppose. That precious lover of yours killed me. Oddly, he told me to rest in peace. If he forgave me, then maybe you did too. I'll know soon enough, won't I? Just remember, 'Crecia, my love. . . I did it all for us, for our son. I tried. . .