Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver II

Raziel:
So its true... what Kain and Vorador told me. I am some kind of unholy vampire messiah.

Janos:
Unholy? No... Messiah? Perhaps.

Raziel:
I dont like that word... it smells of martyrdom.

Raziel:
You can drop the benevolent façade, Moebius, I know who and what you are... I should kill you where you stand!

Moebius:
Perhaps you should my boy... but you don't.

Raziel:
Are you so certain about that, Moebius?

Moebius:
My role as Time Guardian affords me a certain level of omniscience, Raziel. No, you don't kill me, that honor belongs to your maker, Kain, some thirty years from now.

Raziel:
You two are a pair... you're just as fatalistic as he is.

Moebius:
Death comes for us all, Raziel... it's just a matter of time.

Moebius:
All great movements require a few martyrs.

Raziel:
You said it yourself, Kain - there are only two sides to your coin.

Kain:
Thirty years hence, I am presented with a dilemma... let's call it a two-sided coin. If the coin falls one way, I sacrifice myself and thus restore the Pillars... but as the last surviving vampire in Nosgoth, this would mean the annihilation of our species... Moebius made sure of that. If the coin lands on the reverse, I refuse the sacrifice and thus doom the Pillars to an eternity of collapse. Either way, the game is rigged.

Raziel:
We agree then that the Pillars are crucial and must be restored.

Kain:
Yes, Raziel, that is why we've come full-circle to this place.

Raziel:
So after all this, you make my case for me. To end this stalemate, you must die so that new Guardians can be born.

Kain:
The Pillars don't belong to them, Raziel... they belong to us.

Raziel:
Your arrogance is boundless, Kain.

Kain:
There's a third option, a monumental secret hidden in your very presence here. But it's a secret you have to discover for yourself. Unearth your destiny, Raziel. It's all laid out for you here.

Raziel:
You said it yourself, Kain... there are only two sides to your coin.

Kain:
Apparently so, but suppose you throw a coin enough times... suppose one day, it lands on its edge.

Moebius:
'Where am I?' is the usual question. In your case, 'when' might be more apt.

Raziel:
I really am some kind of unholy vampire messiah.

Janos:
Unholy? No... messiah, perhaps.

Raziel:
I don't like that word. It smells of martyrdom.

Janos:
Raziel, your role in this world's is more crucial and more benevolent than you've allowed yourself to believe.

Raziel:
As Melchiah and Zephon fell before my blade, I felt the Reaver's blood thirst as keenly as I ever had when I was still a vampire. I could sense the boundary between us dissolving. The Reaver was consumed with my rage and I was intoxicated by its bloodlust. The blade had a vitalizing effect on me. My physical energy no longer decayed over time and the wounds inflicted by my enemies healed almost instantly. The Reaver had made me invincible.

Raziel:
You're a righteous fiend, aren't you?

Raziel:
Apparently, I am.

Raziel:
History abhors a paradox.

Moebius:
Every movement requires a few martyrs.

Elder God:
Your arrogance will spell your demise, Raziel. Deny my will, and the arc of your destiny will reach a sudden conclusion.

Raziel:
Your threats are unmoving. Even now I'm beyond your reach.

Elder God:
My reach is longer than you realize.

Raziel:
I renounce you.