"Oh, not at all, my dear. We come from peace, from nothingness, from the absence of toil and strife, and to that state we will all return." He pauses, with a smile, before quoting:

Peace is but a shadow of death,
Desperate to forget its painful past...
Though we hope for promising years.
After shedding a thousand tears,
Yesterday's sorrow constantly nears.

Kuja shakes his head. "No, it is freedom that is rarer, so seldom won by any being under the sun. You are not free, but someday, you will have your peace."