The Healin Lodge is already burning, ShinRa. I think the sick and wounded died in the flames; I didn't bother hanging around to check. There are fires in Costa Del Sol, too, flickering gold in the sunlight; so pretty. The screams of the dying made me smile, ShinRa - every single one of them gone now, like everything else I'll take from you. Junon; yes, I went there too, I think. It was hard for me to concentrate on where I was driving when all I could see were the faces of my children, Rufus, my only children, my innocent, beloved children, the ones you stole from me. They died in Junon, your precious employees, gutted like the fish they trawl from the harbour there. Gutted! They'll be cleaning the blood for weeks, ShinRa, cleaning it from that disgusting company carpet that's laid out in the lobby. I haven't finished yet, I don't think; I have a couple more stops to make on the way home, a couple of places to visit, some employees to deal with, something to occupy my time until I can meet with you again, ShinRa. Oh yes, because I will see you again, dear Rufus. I will.
I'm coming home to you, Yunalesca, beloved, my love. Hold on for me. I'm coming home.
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