He swore under his breath. Vivi... of course. What was one more corpse atop the pile, really? "It's... best that you didn't. Everyone on Gaia deserves a chance to... forget me. As much as I hated Garland... I really did end up exactly like him, didn't I?"
What was it Asriel had called it? 'Continuing the cycle of abuse'? "Eugh. No, no, quite enough of that. On the subject of time..." Kuja sighed softly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's been something around three to three-and-a-half years, for me. I... died. On Gaia. And yet, I awoke elsewhere. A planet called Vaikuntha, which had apparently... drawn me to it. I still haven't the foggiest why..." Other than, perhaps, to force him to make... amends. "I don't know any way to put it, other than that I was dragged- quite against my will, at first- into a pitched battle to save that world from annihilation. Poetically, from a woman with more than a few of my exact personality flaws. It was an eye-opening experience..."
And here it went, the hard bit to talk about. "I owe you a debt of gratitude, Zidane. Your... last words, to me. They unsettled me in a way nothing else ever did... 'Wouldn't you have done the same for me'? It seems so silly now, looking back- but the notion that anybody- let alone you, specifically- thought that, perhaps, I could have been... something. Someone. Better... I might have simply ended it, without that thought to keep me pressing forward. Certainly none would have mourned me.
So I suppose, if it gives you heart, you did manage to save me, in the end. I give you all the leave you want to be smug about it."
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What was it Asriel had called it? 'Continuing the cycle of abuse'? "Eugh. No, no, quite enough of that. On the subject of time..." Kuja sighed softly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's been something around three to three-and-a-half years, for me. I... died. On Gaia. And yet, I awoke elsewhere. A planet called Vaikuntha, which had apparently... drawn me to it. I still haven't the foggiest why..." Other than, perhaps, to force him to make... amends. "I don't know any way to put it, other than that I was dragged- quite against my will, at first- into a pitched battle to save that world from annihilation. Poetically, from a woman with more than a few of my exact personality flaws. It was an eye-opening experience..."
And here it went, the hard bit to talk about. "I owe you a debt of gratitude, Zidane. Your... last words, to me. They unsettled me in a way nothing else ever did... 'Wouldn't you have done the same for me'? It seems so silly now, looking back- but the notion that anybody- let alone you, specifically- thought that, perhaps, I could have been... something. Someone. Better... I might have simply ended it, without that thought to keep me pressing forward. Certainly none would have mourned me.
So I suppose, if it gives you heart, you did manage to save me, in the end. I give you all the leave you want to be smug about it."