"I would think that a Hero to some can be a villain to others. Look at Wutai and their rather unflattering names for us and for who we had worked for. Look also to the kind of damage we could do, if we were to follow orders against a foe that did not have our advantages. We may have been heroes in our own minds, but we may also been villains in the minds of others."

There might have been a nobler purpose to SOLDIER at first. The monsters of the Planet were a strange mix of old corrupted magics and strange meddling of people who should have known better. Some were actually men and women whose bodies had been twisted by the raw mako that sometimes broken from the Lifestream and twisted into creatures that preyed on those that they use to call friends.

But then greed grew, and SOLDIER became a tool of that greed. Greed for knowledge. Greed for money. Greed for power. The true calling of SOLDIER lost before the weaknesses inside the hearts of people who did not know what a hero was suppose to be.

"What you felt, what you believed, what you did, we all have that potential within us," he said slowly, thinking on the years in the mako, the Planet moving and changing around him as Deepground grew and then faded. "We have been given a chance to taste the worst of ourselves, and to accept that we can do better. We can not dwell on something we cannot change but we can learn from it and take measures that they do not catch us of guard again."