That is probably true. People sentimentalize the past, wear away its ugliness and gild it into legend. [Kuja doesn't seem bothered by the question.] I am unique in my world, but what I am is difficult to describe to those not familiar with the concept. [She is no longer an Angel of Death, as she cast off that mantle, but she is still a thing apart.] I am not human, though I am alive. I am a creature of magic.

I see no harm in behaving as if my time here is indefinite, if it means my days will be filled with activity and pleasure. [It is not as if there is a great deal waiting for her at home: her brother, yes, and then the end of everything.]

[At the thought of music, she too brightens a little.] It is unlikely our world has the same songs, so sing me your favorite, if you have one. That is what I wish to hear.