[A low whistle.] Four hundred, huh? That's pretty impressive. I guess you probably age more slowly, then; nobody'd want to look ninety for three hundred years. Human ninety, anyway.

[He frowns a little, then shakes his head.]

Well, yeah, the goal isn't to be hated, but immortality is immortality, the way I see it. Sure, I'd rather be remembered as a cool, likable guy. Besides, I think most of the people who hate me aren't around anymore. [Vexen. Zexion. Yeah just... most of the Organization probably hated him by the end, there. Oops. But they're gone, anyway, so it's no big deal, right? (DRAMATIC IRONY.)]