Kuja looked at the outstretched hand for a while, disgusted at the apparent friendly gesture. Why don't you fear my power?! Kuja wanted to shout, but listened silently at the impossible words that were falling from Zidane's lips, his first instinct was to deny all of it, claim it was all a presumptuous lie from the mouth of a boy too powerless to make him fold his cards in any other way.
Then he slapped the hand aside, insulted by the mere offer. To Kuja, the extended hand stood for nothing but his weakness, his failure, his defeat before the final battle had even commenced. Whatever it was that Zidane was offering (absolution? Forgiveness? Absolutely ridiculous.), Kuja would never take anything from Zidane... Apart from his life.
Laughter bubbled up from his throat, though those familiar with his laugh could probably detect some hesitation and nervousness in the sound. "Ha...haha... what are you saying, Zidane? Terra still exists, and Garland can't be dead. I didn't deal with him yet! How silly of you to try and trick me with such false words of absolution! Did you honestly think I'll be that easy to beat?"
Kuja wondered why Zidane didn't understand that these words didn't help his case and only made him feel like he was being coddled like he was nothing more but a petulant child.
He avoided thinking about how logical Zidane's words sounded, and how he even mentioned the Shimmering Island. He turned sideways from Zidane, clearly getting ready to leave. Spreading his arms, he cast his gaze to the dark sky of Treno, smiling as he practically felt some of the familiar mist in the distance, calling it to him. "Come forth and show him his place, spawn of mist!"
And with that, a huge Mistodon appeared, blocking Zidane's view of Kuja by its sheer size. This allowed Kuja plenty of room to retreat from the scene without having to face Zidane himself.
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Date: 2009-02-27 01:24 am (UTC)Then he slapped the hand aside, insulted by the mere offer. To Kuja, the extended hand stood for nothing but his weakness, his failure, his defeat before the final battle had even commenced. Whatever it was that Zidane was offering (absolution? Forgiveness? Absolutely ridiculous.), Kuja would never take anything from Zidane... Apart from his life.
Laughter bubbled up from his throat, though those familiar with his laugh could probably detect some hesitation and nervousness in the sound. "Ha...haha... what are you saying, Zidane? Terra still exists, and Garland can't be dead. I didn't deal with him yet! How silly of you to try and trick me with such false words of absolution! Did you honestly think I'll be that easy to beat?"
Kuja wondered why Zidane didn't understand that these words didn't help his case and only made him feel like he was being coddled like he was nothing more but a petulant child.
He avoided thinking about how logical Zidane's words sounded, and how he even mentioned the Shimmering Island. He turned sideways from Zidane, clearly getting ready to leave. Spreading his arms, he cast his gaze to the dark sky of Treno, smiling as he practically felt some of the familiar mist in the distance, calling it to him. "Come forth and show him his place, spawn of mist!"
And with that, a huge Mistodon appeared, blocking Zidane's view of Kuja by its sheer size. This allowed Kuja plenty of room to retreat from the scene without having to face Zidane himself.