As little as the clock actually meant to him, it was the presentation that bothered him more than anything. Appearances meant worlds to him, having come from a life where first impressions were what one saw and judged before ever a word was spoken between two individuals. The monument could not speak for itself any longer and had not been able to for some time, as far as Kuja knew, but it stood now as an irritating reminder that while the campus was accepting and somewhat understanding of the circumstances haunting some of its students, the problem still existed.

He didn't like it any more than he could change it at the present, and though he had given some alternate thought as to his own predicament, he liked the clock's no less.

Noctis surprised him, so said the look he turned to the man for the implications in that statement. "True. You said 'we,' so I can only assume you would like to venture and see what might be done about this, yes?"