[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 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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[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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