The strongest woman in the world... heh, if I am her then why do I feel so weak? So helpless? So... cheated.

Life, it seems, is only a cruel joke played by Fate itself... my life anyway.

Tonight... tonight may be the end of it all. Here I am, all alone, waiting for what could be my last battle.

Bison... He should be here any minute.

I hope Guile can forgive me for not calling and giving him the intelligence reports like I was supposed to... He and Cammy have probably already figured out where I disappeared to, but it's too late for them to do anything now. Even if they're on their way, they'll never make it in time...

I'm sorry, Guile. You had just as much right to this fight as me. But this fight is mine, I claim it and I won't let anyone take it from me. Besides, you have a family to go back to, it's not the same for me.

Cammy had a right to be here too, but she's come so far already since we found her, too far for it to end now.

Forgive me, my friends, all of you who may never see me again... Guile, Cammy, Fei, Ken, Master Gen, Yun, Yang, Ryu....

Ryu, you among everyone else would have the best chance here, to kill him and survive it... but it's not your fight. It's mine. I can't be weak anymore. I can't go crying to Daddy whenever I get hurt. Daddy's not there to cry to. I'm not the weak little girl I once was, I'm strong now, I've beaten many who were stronger than me. Because of my drive, my revenge.

You were never like that...

I know you have a past so similar to mine, yet your past doesn't control you. I envy you so much sometimes, Ryu. You live a simple life that suits you, you fight because of your quest for knowledge of the fight itself. As strange as it is, it suits you.

No, you're not like me...

But I wonder... will you miss me? The girl who's life was controlled by hate and vengence? Would you miss someone like that?

Of course, you would. You saw through me the very first time we met. The other people in my life eventually saw who I really was, or rather, who I really could be, but you saw it first.

Now, I'm sorry that I never said goodbye to you, or even told you that I was going. My mind... no, my heart wonders what might have been between us, but it's too late now. I can't turn back. I have to stop him, one way or the other. If I don't, how many more like me will he create? How many more lives will he destroy?

I'm fighting for them all. For their futures, for their tomarrows. Even if those tomarrows never happen for me.

I'm fighting for the tomarrows of my friends, even if I won't be there to share it with them.

I hear the roar of his jet, he's here.

Tomarrow will come, if not for me, for them. And their lives will go on without mine.

So now, I'll fight him, and one way or another, I'll win. I'll kill him and I'll be happy. Even when tomarrow never comes for me...