Kefka slams himself against the bars, shaking his finger at Celes.

"And whose fault is that?!"

His, his, his. Failure, worthless, why didn't he do better? And, and, and.

And.

He pulls back, brushing his hair back as if he wasn't two seconds away from homicidal a moment ago. Calm. As. Ice. "And it won't matter. I'll get it back, plus more besides."