Soul Reaver 22001

Raziel:
And so it ends. My history comes full circle. Sensing its twin, the wraith blade uncoiled itself from me. And instead, wound lovingly around its former self. I felt its grip loosen. And as the blade left me, its absence chilled me more than its presence ever had. A foreboding sense of emptiness and loss stole over me. And a terrible revelation gathered like a storm at the edge of my awareness. With all other foes exhausted, the conjoined blades turned themselves on me! And I realized, finally, why I had sensed nothing when Janos offered me the blade. The Reaver was never forged to be a soul-stealing weapon. The ravenous, soul-devouring entity trapped in the blade was... and always had been... ME! This is why the blade was destroyed when Kain tried to strike me down. The Reaver could not devour its own soul. The paradox shattered the blade. So, this was my terrible destiny... to play out this purgatorial cycle for all eternity. I could not bear it. Despair overwhelmed me.