Perhaps we shall, at that.
[The Tower feeds Lancelot on endless Prana, and in Battle, his Power never fails. But the Tower also cripples
him, forces him to rest when he would not. The set of his shoulders speaks of a deep exhaustion.]

For myself, I cannot say what is necessary, only what is.
Truly, I have never created anything-- ever have I been the agent of ruin, of destruction.

I do not sit in judgement then, but I shall wait, and I shall watch.
Should you triumph over this place, I will seek to use your Victory in cause of my own, Sephiroth.