Kuja wanders through dreams with little care. The sights are of some interest to him, so varied and sometimes strange, but at times they pall, for they are all he sees now, only dreams and no more. No waking hours, but only shadows and visions. He floats through the sky of this new dream, almost colorless himself, traveling.

All things here seem to blend together, and it's the monsters Kuja sees first. He is a monster, in his way, though he has abandoned his cruelty and rapacity. Still, his past deeds have not been erased.

It's only once he approaches the nightmare creatures that he sees the one fleeing before them. He neither helps nor hinders Cloud at first, but draws close, flies near. If it is a dream, why should he fear for either of them? "Where is it you're going, child, and what are you fleeing from?" He doesn't know how old Cloud is, but he feels aged himself, older than the living.