It takes an effort and then some not to groan, but not just from hearing a voice he hadn't expected. No, there is confrontation in the words, a silent challenge, and Kuja knows why. They've been staring each other down on the battlefield longer than he wishes to recall, though by now the memories are firmly rooted in his being.

Without moving from his post, Kuja spares the nameless warrior a glance, then gazes back out the window, watching after another flash of lightning off in the distance. "That god? Oh, I'm quite done with his bidding. The last thing I want is to become a puppet for another reckless deity concerned only with dragging fighters from every corner of the universes to battle on their behalf. It's such a shame they can't lift a finger to help themselves, no?"