"Your older self was much more respectful and courteous," says Kuja, who considers few people worth talking to and finds this Cloud comparatively lacking, though he has no way of telling what experiences or how many years separate the two of them.

He sighs. "Don't be so short-sighted. Things don't cease to matter because they are dead. And to understand them will assist you in the future, should more arrive." It was true that he couldn't empathize with a fear or even wariness of monster, as there was no monster as powerful as he.

"Where is it you're going now, wandering Cloud?" he asks, remembering that the other, too, was on a journey.