[Kuja is vain, and she likes to be different. She always puts herself apart. Though she could easily sit in the grass, why should she, if she can sit in the air and be noticed? There are few uses for her powers here, after all--thus far.]

I find that what makes a true princess is not in the blood, but in the heart. A princess is one with a beautiful heart.

[She takes the books, eyes lighting. Most of the poems in the library spoke of love, which is not something she has felt, though the words were beautiful. Perhaps some of these verses will speak of something else. She preferred those that touched on desolation, on violence. Speaking to her. Odd how that had happened, though she had cared nothing for the people of Gaia otherwise; somehow their words had reached her.] How very kind. I will be glad to return the favor in future, once I have recreated my library, if you would like to read some of the books of my world.