"Well, should we ever return to the gods' battlefield, you may find what he's like there to be quite the unpleasant surprise in comparison," Kuja remarks idly. He'd landed earlier for this conversation, and now he begins to walk. If there's none of the expected difficulty of walking on sand in heeled boots as he moves...well, perhaps, despite his clear contact with the ground, Kuja hasn't completely stopped using Float. Maybe just enough to assist him.
He's not saying this as any sort of discouragement to Zidane meeting Sephiroth as he is. Indeed, from what Kuja has seen and experienced, Sephiroth as he is now is a man who may well be worth knowing. It's more...a gentle warning. He and Zidane, more than anyone else, are likely to go back to the same place and time. It's only fair to warn Zidane for what he might be in for if and when they do.
...not that Kuja cares to think about that too closely. Not when it would mean leaving Genesis behind.
At Zidane's congratulations, Kuja feels his face heating up slightly. He's never quite been in a position like this before, and he's not certain how to react. "I...yes, it's serious." He's glad that walking and facing forward gives him an excuse to not look at Zidane; the words are somehow too intimate for him to want eye contact while he says them. "He and I share an uncanny number of things in common...even things one would imagine are far too esoteric for someone else to have lived through. Being discarded by those who sought to use us and found us lacking, for instance...or becoming violent upon the discovery that those who sought to create us to their specifications had ensured we would die young." He pauses(in speech, if not in movement), lifting a hand to look down at it. "At least, 'young' as those whose bodies age might define it. We understand each other...in ways perhaps even you and I cannot. And, for all my flaws...he loves me."
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He's not saying this as any sort of discouragement to Zidane meeting Sephiroth as he is. Indeed, from what Kuja has seen and experienced, Sephiroth as he is now is a man who may well be worth knowing. It's more...a gentle warning. He and Zidane, more than anyone else, are likely to go back to the same place and time. It's only fair to warn Zidane for what he might be in for if and when they do.
...not that Kuja cares to think about that too closely. Not when it would mean leaving Genesis behind.
At Zidane's congratulations, Kuja feels his face heating up slightly. He's never quite been in a position like this before, and he's not certain how to react. "I...yes, it's serious." He's glad that walking and facing forward gives him an excuse to not look at Zidane; the words are somehow too intimate for him to want eye contact while he says them. "He and I share an uncanny number of things in common...even things one would imagine are far too esoteric for someone else to have lived through. Being discarded by those who sought to use us and found us lacking, for instance...or becoming violent upon the discovery that those who sought to create us to their specifications had ensured we would die young." He pauses(in speech, if not in movement), lifting a hand to look down at it. "At least, 'young' as those whose bodies age might define it. We understand each other...in ways perhaps even you and I cannot. And, for all my flaws...he loves me."