At the end of the dream… even chaos tears itself apart!—Chaos
Chaos: “I was having a long dream– in the midst of disorder…”
Garland: “So you are awake. What kind of dream was it?”
Chaos: “Hmph… It was ridiculous. Cosmos and I were governing the world together.”
Garland: “…! That’s–“
Chaos: “Laughable, is it not? In that world, I was a god that suppressed disorder. But strangely, the images are still vivid in my eyes… All the people smiling…the warmth of the days I spent with Cosmos… For one who has lost all memory, why did the dream have to be so cruel?”
Garland: “Chaos…if this is to be our final battle, there is something I must share with you. That this conflict, which has endlessly repeated itself, is according to the Great Will. And I am the one who has made this world the battleground for harmony and disorder. You had no memory, so I guided you in accordance to the Great Will’s wish.”
Chaos: “It was just as I thought… You were the beginning.”
Garland: “No, Chaos…For myself…you are the beginning. Before the Great Will led me to this realm, when I was on the edge of death, it was you who sent me two thousand years into the past. You are me… and I…am you.”