"Such tears…
What beauty they hold…
These tears of sorrow…
Surely they are the most
precious substance in the world.
But, are you worthy
to shed such tears?
The act of mourning the dead
belongs to the realm of humans.
Ah, my beautiful little Kirschwasser…
But still…
Can you really call this a corpse?
Frailty, thy name is woman…
No, that’s not right.
You little Realians weren’t
even born from a woman’s womb.
The human race, fearful in its weakness,
built this world in a futile attempt
to elude the abyss they call mortality.
Culture…civilization…all delusions
created by a powerless race,
and of little use, like a barren woman.
But amidst all this, you continue
to exist as an unfettered soul,
free from the shackles
of flesh and blood…
A completely pure consciousness…
An eternal spiral, undefiled by impurities…
A fusion of fire, breath, and spirit…
What can we call you, but angels?
New, unadulterated psyches…
But what you lack is reality.
And that is what
I shall provide you with…!
Boo!
Ah, ma belle pèche…
there’s no need to tremble like that.
Else you’ll make me
feel like a péché myself…
Was that a glipse of a man
that I caught in your heart?
Who is it,
this red haired…?
Red haired… Rubedo…
Ah, it’s Rubedo!
Oh, that’s just perfect…
Do you know what he said while
he coughed up his lifeblood?
‘Except a corn of wheat fall into
The ground and die, it abideth alone.’
Wheat, eh?
There’s enough of it, we
can afford to waste as much as we want.
Like my head, you see?
What do you think,
my beloved pèche…?"-
Albedo Piasora from
Xenosaga Episode I: Der Wille Zur Macht
Scene 60- Ma belle pèche
