All I see in front of me is a horrible old man who should've vanished from the Realm of Light years ago. So you're Xehanort? The mighty foe whose echoes of plotting and deceiving and manipulation I've been fighting the past years? You're the one who's done so many horrible things to me, my friends, and countless others? You're the one who spawned the most vile, wretched people I have ever faced?

You're pitiful.

Absolutely PITIFUL.

All you can say to justify yourself is to "end the tyranny of light" and yet you bring about a tyranny of darkness. Is that truly the right way? Think, because I know you can. ANSWER ME! DO YOU REALLY THINK RUINING SO MANY PEOPLE'S LIVES JUST TO SETTLE A SCORE THAT WASN'T EVEN THERE WORTH IT?!

...

I'm sorry, I let my temper grab hold of me. But was it really worth it, nearly killing Ven, not once, but TWICE? Was it worth it, ruining Aqua and Terra's lives? Was it worth dividing yourself into thirteen and setting in motion plans that would rip my home and friends from me?

From the look on your face, I don't think so.

You know, it's funny, I don't even see a person in front of me. I see a ghost. Someone who has no right to exist whatsoever. Less of a right than a Nobody. You've abused your power, your right to live, so how could you live?

All these hateful things I'm saying... did you know they're really a first for me? I didn't know it was possible to hate someone so much, to be honest. But all these people here, all of them, have been hurt by you. Including me. Your plotting has driven so many hearts off course, damaged them beyond belief and torn them away from hope and into despair. You've hurt so much, and I can't think of anything redeeming coming from you.

Quit apologizing, it's a little too late for that. Do you know how long you've been hurting us?

Ten years. Ten long years, and most of my life right now. That long you've been tormenting others, treating them like pawns in a game. I've always looked for the best in others, but I can't see anything in the horrible heart of yours.

I'm not even sure if I should kill you. I'm sitting here with all sorts of qualms about killing an old man just seeking balance, but there's a voice consistently telling me to just run you through with my Keyblade here and now.

I have you at its point, so I guess I'll think it out for awhile.

Just figured I'd write out one final speech from Sora to Xehanort. Because DAMN I bet this will test his messianic limits.