[At the words "made by someone", Kuja experiences an emotion--emotions so well-developed are still very new to her, and the surge of hatred strikes her silent for a moment, until she regains her equilibrium. She can't allow herself to feel anything so strong. It's far too dangerous. She quickly smiles, hoping her lapse wasn't too obvious. She decides she likes Mahalia's explanation far better than the truth. Not that there's no truth in it. When she destroyed that wretch, she did remake herself, out of the nothing she was given.] There are few such creatures in my world, and as I said, no others quite like me.

I feel no guilt. I no longer have a home. I am free from all things.

[Kuja has been reading all day, so she finds the prospect of a change of pace quite pleasant.] Yes, no need to delay. I have been waiting to hear your voice lifted in song, and now that time and distance do not separate us, there is nothing further to keep me from the sound.