The lack of warp striking around was appreciated more than he could say; Kuja rather liked not having sharp weapons flung in his direction whether or not he himself was the intended target. The way up looked clear enough, and certainly too quiet for his liking, but he hadn't a want to stay silent as they had a better look.

"You didn't, but you take it upon yourself anyway. Why the interest in keeping me safe, I wonder?"

And he did. In another world, they had been enemies before they were even strangers. The time passed in Noctis's world cleared that palette to allow them the chance to start over again, but the change of mind had his interest. He couldn't help it.