[Insert witty, fantastic setting details here. Seriously, all you really need to know is that it's a festival. A MONTH LONG festival with Fireworks happening every night once Darkness falls.]
[ ...He sounds pretty coherent for having been in an "incident" :|a It relieves Aerith, but she still reaches a hand to get a better look at the blood. ]
We should get that cleaned up. Is anyone else hurt?
It doesn't matter. [It wasn't the injuries that had threatened his life; they're unimportant and superficial. He's difficult to damage. What was killing him was the fact that he'd been created to be disposable. His life had a built-in expiration date, which is why he should no longer be living.]
I don't know, I-- [Where is Zidane? He was just with him, the little fool, risking himself for nothing. Kuja turns to the right and left to look for him, but there's no sign of his brother.]
I sent them all out of danger, but he came back. I don't know where he is. He was with me...
[ She frowns--it's not exactly hygienic to just let there be blood all over--but the mention of another person distracts her, and she looks around too before realizing something. ]
So you were brought here too. Isn't that right? He might be back wherever you came from.
[He trails off. As her words sink in, Kuja rises quickly to his feet, visibly upset, finally roused from his coherent, yet dazed state.] No, that's not possible. I'm supposed to die--he isn't.
[Why is he even here--or anywhere at all? He'd wanted his existence to end, had deserved it. If anyone were to be spirited away from that place, it should have been Zidane.] I have to return.
Hey, wait-- [ She puts a hand on his arm, trying to slow him down. ] You don't know he's in trouble, don't panic. I'm just saying he might not be here--maybe he got out on his own!
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We should get that cleaned up. Is anyone else hurt?
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I don't know, I-- [Where is Zidane? He was just with him, the little fool, risking himself for nothing. Kuja turns to the right and left to look for him, but there's no sign of his brother.]
I sent them all out of danger, but he came back. I don't know where he is. He was with me...
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So you were brought here too. Isn't that right? He might be back wherever you came from.
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[He trails off. As her words sink in, Kuja rises quickly to his feet, visibly upset, finally roused from his coherent, yet dazed state.] No, that's not possible. I'm supposed to die--he isn't.
[Why is he even here--or anywhere at all? He'd wanted his existence to end, had deserved it. If anyone were to be spirited away from that place, it should have been Zidane.] I have to return.
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