Thankfully for him, Celes didn't seem to notice Kuja's severe hair foo-pah, glancing over her shoulder at him as he spoke. Had it not been the voice, she might have thought he was a woman, from his mannerisms to his appearance.

If he was being sarcastic, the sentiment was lost on her, as the woman pushed a few pieces of hair behind her ear, continuing to look out at the horizon. "It's different." Her tone wistful, the words felt a bit heavy. That was the only way she could describe it. Her world had this kind of charm and beauty at one point, but she hardly appreciated it.