[ waking up in a narrow bed beneath a dusty patchwork quilt in the village of the black mages is hardly what kuja had had planned for himself. truth be told, it was one of the very last places he could have ever expected to find himself, though.. well. these last few weeks have hardly been what he might have thought of as predictable. his grand plans had crumbled apart in his hands, everything he had ever known and counted on dissolved, taken away, and the chaos of memoria, the violence of the iifa tree..
.. how had he made it out alive?
everything aches, there's a soreness deep in his bones; genomes are well built, and kuja more than most, but the trance had been taxing, maintained for far too long. it's.. strange, to feel. the sensation of pain. the taste of his own blood is foreign to him. for so long he'd thought himself invincible. ]
.. Mm.
[ zidane's voice is grating, if only because he's still far too cheerful for kuja's tastes, but he's always been a resilient little beast. a pang of guilt, mixed with the sharp sting of wounded pride. he shouldn't be alive. he doesn't deserve to be alive. kuja frowns, almost petulantly; best not to let it show. ]
And you felt it necessary to greet me with your shining face?
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.. how had he made it out alive?
everything aches, there's a soreness deep in his bones; genomes are well built, and kuja more than most, but the trance had been taxing, maintained for far too long. it's.. strange, to feel. the sensation of pain. the taste of his own blood is foreign to him. for so long he'd thought himself invincible. ]
.. Mm.
[ zidane's voice is grating, if only because he's still far too cheerful for kuja's tastes, but he's always been a resilient little beast. a pang of guilt, mixed with the sharp sting of wounded pride. he shouldn't be alive. he doesn't deserve to be alive. kuja frowns, almost petulantly; best not to let it show. ]
And you felt it necessary to greet me with your shining face?