- Kain: Given the choice, whether to rule a corrupt and failing empire; or to challenge the fates for another throw - a better throw - against one's destiny... what was a king to do? But does one even truly have a choice? One can only match, move by move, the machinations of fate... and thus defy the tyrannous stars.
- Kain: Most ironic of all, was the last gift that Raziel had given me. More powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more acute even than the vision that his sacrifice had accorded me. The first, bitter taste of that terrible illusion: hope.
- Raziel: The two become one... both Soul Reavers... together... and the Scion of Balance is healed... And I am not your enemy... not your destroyer... I am, as before, your right hand...! Your sword...!
- Kain: Listen to me, you must understand that every creature is bound to one predestined path. We are all shackled...
- Raziel: To the Wheel of Fate. Believe me, i know that even better than you do.
- Kain: All but one. Because of your remaking, you are the one unbound creature, the one amoung us all that truely has free will. You have a choice, Raziel.
- Raziel: Which i'm sure i must make at your direction. Your pawn has reached the end of the board, Kain!
- [Kain comes across yet another locked door in the Sarafan Stronghold]
- Kain: Locked. What a love of doors these pathetic humans have...
- [Moebius is talking to the Elder, unaware Kain is watching from above]
- Moebius: The Hylden are a minor setback, a small price to pay for Kain's death.
- [Kain jumps down and floats softly behind Moebius as he is talking]
- Kain: You're a bit premature, Moebius.
- [Moebius is shocked]
- Kain: Is there a crack in your omniscience after all?
- [Moebius tries to use his staff against Kain, but it fails]
- Kain: First your omniscience, and now your power. You're slipping badly.
- Raziel: I refuse to do your will!
- Elder God: I can see into your heart, Raziel. It is not your will, but cowardice that keeps you here.
- Raziel: How so?
- Elder God: You know what fate awaits you when you leave the underworld. That phantom weapon you bear is a constant reminder, isn't it? The sword is waiting for you out there somewhere, and you tarry so as not to meet it.
- Raziel: [narrating] I could not deny it. As long as I lingered here, defying my captor, I was able to postpone what I feared was my inevitable doom; to become the ravenous spirit imprisoned in the Reaver blade. But that sentence was no worse than the stalemate I now endured. Better to face one's destiny than cower from it.
- Kain: I was confronted again with depictions of the Vampires' champion, the bearer of the Reaver blade. And here too, was his Hylden adversary, with blazing eyes brandishing a flaming sword. Two heroes locked in combat which only one would survive. But which one? These murals prophesied two possible outcomes.
- Raziel: The banished race foretold a hero who would deliver them from their oppressors, and destroy the shackles of the Vampires' tyrannous God. The same hero that bore the flaming sword. What game was this, where every player on the board claimed the same pawn?
- Raziel: Your pawn has reached the end of the board, Kain. And now my powers may even surpass yours. How ironic if the creature that you made should prove your own undoing. Now, we finish this.
- Moebius: Raziel, the conquering hero. I understand we are to offer congratulations. Kain, at last, is dead.
- [Kain sees the Elder God for the first time]
- Elder God: So. I am revealed to you at last.
- Kain: What in the hell...
- Elder God: I am the origin of life, the devourer of death. I am the hub of the Wheel, the purifying cycle to which all souls must be drawn.
- Kain: [to himself] Had I condemned Raziel to this nightmare when I cast him into the abyss?
- Elder God: You may ponder the futility of your ambitions as you spend a deathless eternity beneath a mountain of rubble. You and your Soul Reaver will go equally mad as the eons pass. The Citadel of the apostates will become your living tomb.
- Kain: Your words are heartening. For you would not fear us, unless we could truly do you harm.
- Elder God: No! You are nothing!
- Kain: False God! This is the end... the final turn of your Wheel!
- Additional Male Voices: Surrender, Fiend, and we will promise you an easy death!
- Kain: I could promise you the same, but it would be a lie!
- Raziel: Enough of your sermonizing! Are you trying to bore me into submission? Why must this game go on? We both know what you are. You're no better than the vampires you so despise, a voracious parasite cloaking its appetite in a shrod of righteousness! I refuse to do your will.
- Kain: [talking about the Pillars] How strange to see this place long before my birth... centuries before the corruption set in that would poison the land and put me on the treachous path i still followed. In the future, these edifices would be condemned to darkness and decay. I would cause their fall and bulid my empire upon their ruins. Was it still possible that with the right knowledge, the right moves, i might one day see Nosgoth restored, the Pillars pure once more? My answer, according to Moebius, lay somewhere to the west of this place. I could restore the world, perhaps, but never again could i give Nosgoth back her innocence.
- Raziel: [to Elder God] And i'm beginning to think the vampires committed suicide only to escape your voice.