He takes that "apology" as it seems meant - as merely a token gesture of civility. It does nothing to assuage his (wholly justified) indignation, and he doesn't bother to respond as he shoves his helmet back on, the borderline offensive anti-fashion statement officially less bothersome than present company.
Kuja seems more invested in talking just for the sound of his own voice, rather than hearing any of Cloud's actual answers, anyway.
"Those are two different things," he replies, at length, hoping for indifferent and landing somewhere sullen, instead, with the slight shake of his head. Where he's going at this very moment, and where he wants to be someday are hardly comparable, however; he may be lost, but he isn't without a goal, a dream, whatever word fits best. But he doesn't want an answer, Cloud's already decided. Just any old excuse to deliver another snippet of monologue.
"So go wander wherever you want. I'm getting out of here." He's said his thanks; he won't feel guilty about going.
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Kuja seems more invested in talking just for the sound of his own voice, rather than hearing any of Cloud's actual answers, anyway.
"Those are two different things," he replies, at length, hoping for indifferent and landing somewhere sullen, instead, with the slight shake of his head. Where he's going at this very moment, and where he wants to be someday are hardly comparable, however; he may be lost, but he isn't without a goal, a dream, whatever word fits best. But he doesn't want an answer, Cloud's already decided. Just any old excuse to deliver another snippet of monologue.
"So go wander wherever you want. I'm getting out of here." He's said his thanks; he won't feel guilty about going.