Kuja draws a shaking breath, steadying as he feels the touch on either side. “Terra,” he says, quietly. “It’s a world that hasn’t seen life for eons. There’s monsters, and not much else. I was… created, here.”

He sighs, placing one hand against his forehead. “My formative years were spent here, and I visited on numerous occasions. I have many memories of this place, and none of them were pleasant. What to expect… it could be as benign as my first attempts at spellcasting, or the first time I summoned Opalescence. It could be unpleasant but relatively safe, like the night I was banished. Or…”

He sighs. “We could be looking for a means to leave the planet. Before… Before I completely take leave of my senses and try my hand at world-killing.”