I coveted that wind, I suppose...

On days like these, kids like you... should be burning in hell.

Tell me what you cherish most. Give me the pleasure of taking it away.

I STILL need more power.

Why do people insist on creating things that will inevitably be destroyed? Why do people cling to life, knowing that they must someday die?

MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

So, have you found a reason to fight yet, buddy?

So long, gay Bowser!

You will feel my loss and despair!

The only thing I have left is my contempt for Xehanort. Are you willing to take on that burden?

...

...It hurts, ...it hurts...