"And that is just the question, is it not?" Ardyn tilted his head in something resembling interest, watching Kuja in much the same way a cat might have regarded a glass of water on the edge of a table. "What manner of gods would craft a world full of the suffering of those who pray to them?"

A slight sound that might almost have resembled an amused laugh left him, hands dropped to his hips.

"And what value would there ever be in such life eternal and naught left to do with it?"