"You don't wish to understand yourself? What you've become? That is something I can never understand. Who wouldn't want to know everything, if they could?" He shook his head. So few people shared his vision, but by now, he was no longer surprised in the least by others' limited minds.

"Knowledge is power. A trite phrase, perhaps, but there is truth in it! Through knowledge alone, I've wielded so much power. More even than you know, my incurious success."

Then, he held up one hand and drummed on the back of it with the other, an almost unconscious gesture, perhaps a new habit. "A disease, Jenova? Oh no... You've understood so little, in the end. About me, about everything. A true scientist stops at nothing. He will even cause his own death, if necessary. For the research."