Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Idiots. All of them. Hopeless puppets. Life…..as delicate as a white rose in a silver mirror. Yet they fear…….stopping? Hahaha. Simpletons, the black mages. Yet they actually believed me when I lied about their life spans being extendable. All of life comes to end, someday. Death…..so subtle and unpredictable. Death may come like a thief in the night. What lies beyond? Whom shall we meet after passing through Death's door? The unknown reaches of Death……
That mage who travels with the other………Genome(?), could he bring the others to their senses? I must act quickly. In the bowels of Mount Gulug, they sit thinking. What is this feeling? Am I, the mighty Kuja, feeling remorse at my actions? Why should I be guilty for lying to my puppets! They are mine! My pawns to sacrifice in the game that is life! But……..they seemed puzzled, almost sorrowful, when the cat was let out of the bag. They have learned that Death is inevitable……….unstoppable. What, NO!
I will not submit! Death is inferior to me! Let fools such as Thorn, Zorn, Garland, and Zidane……..is he a fool? Damn them all to Death! Let those weaklings submit to the eternal abyss! I won't submit! Even if I have to tamper with the source of all, the crystal, I WILL NOT SUBMIT!
Hmmm…This issue regarding Death…..Yes, I will destroy Garland. The destruction of Terra….my home world….will be my proverbial stepping stone to immortality…….