Frisk is uncharacteristically silent while they run along with the party as Kuja relates his tale. No quips, no attempts to lighten the mood. Their eyes are shadowed as they ponder the implications of what their friend is saying. They'd known that Kuja had a rough past, but... they didn't pry, and Kuja didn't pry back. Now they regretted that.

They wanted to say it was hard to reconcile the Kuja they knew with... that. But it was all too easy to imagine. They finally do speak up, albeit in an oddly quiet voice. "...so. What does that have to do with this place blowing up?"