If it's a bad idea, he won't take the time to agree with them about it. He can see the rest of this path just as well as they can, and he can see the plants on the other side that don't look like they're about to hand out flowers that smell like roses and food that isn't poisonous. But he would rather look for a way around that doesn't put him past Isabel again. Either way he goes, it's a risk.

Beside him now, Califleur has caught up to him and is chuffing at him, looking up at him with wide eyes. She knows this path goes past that ugly looking plant that keeps growling and groaning as if it has a want for something it can't reach before it forks to more pleasant walkways or the fields beyond. But Kuja, of course, isn't heeding her warnings. He's watching the plant himself, slowing down, tail twitching as he debates his options.