Kuja crosses his arms. "Yes, dolls. Of myself, and two people whom I know for a fact are dead, and I certainly haven't been here before. I met a young man as well who claimed his father was also one of the 'products'. I... didn't think to take one. The method and reason for their production, I cannot begin to guess."
He glances up at the young queen, considering carefully. "I am perfectly aware that we've met all of twice and you've precious little reason to trust my intentions, but may I have your mognet address? At first I thought it was odd, but the more time I spend in this country the more it stinks to high heaven of something foul. You've experienced this sort of transition before, which means you know more than I do, and..."
He hesitates, trying to find the words.
Wouldn't you do the same for me?
"...If this problem is real, and there is a way for me to assist, then I intend to do it."