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Kuja truly had no idea why he had decided to speak to the knight in the first place. They had only ever known one another as enemies---the bitterest enemies---yet when he had taken his place by the waterside in Treno, and the other man had just so happened to make his appearance, a rather awkward conversation had commenced.
One odd sentence led to another, and now it seemed the mage was being lectured.
And he was not one for lectures.
“Ah, how utterly cruel of life to have deprived me of something that could have, perhaps, saved me from my suffering!” and he crossed his arms over his chest and laughed, albeit with a tinge of exaggerated sarcasm.
However, perhaps there was a more genuine layer there---one of true disappointment. Kuja would never admit it, but he was plagued by an overwhelming envy when he witnessed the happiness of others---all of the held hands, the warm embraces, the sincere kisses. Things he had never had, and maybe---a subconscious sinking in his heart---would never have.
