...at least Kuja was being honest. Frisk could give him that, at least. He wasn't trying to hide what he did, at least not anymore. They continue to listen to his tale, expression flat, as the group traverses the ethereal ruins of Terra.

Frisk could sympathize with Kuja, though. The choice (it always came back to choices, didn't it?) to leave was there, true, but considering how many times Garland had apparently pulled one over him... they couldn't blame him for staying. Frisk could blame Kuja for all the lives he took, though. Regardless of who gave the order, the blood was on his hands.

They could guess where his story was going to go next. "So when you realized you were about to die, you had a tantrum and destroyed this place," they say in a flat voice. At least it sounded like it was a victimless crime.