[Angeal listened as calmly as he could... Because he remembered an argument he had with Zack. He'd believed he was a monster. Irredeemable. He'd made his young friend kill him because he'd been too much of a coward to end it himself.

But Sephiroth?]

You were always the best of us, Sephiroth. I'm... I'm sorry, my friend.

[His eyes fell closed, pain pinching his features. Angeal had to wonder if his being there would have made any kind of difference. Would he have been able to protect Sephiroth?

Over the years, with time enough to come to terms with himself, Angeal had realised that no he wasn't a monster. There were no monsters. Just monstrous actions. Sephiroth had been driven to that extreme somehow, but that wasn't who he was. That, Angeal knew, without any shadow of doubt.]

Why? Why did it turn out that way? You're no monster, Sephiroth. You're human. And I'm sorry I wasn't there to tell you that.