What he would he have been like if he had had a normal upbringing? Now and then when he had nothing better to do, he tried to imagine it. If he had had loving parents, if he had ever been a child growing up through his early years, if he had had friends. Would he have cared less for what he wore?

He tried to imagine, but it was to him as watching so many trees in a forest. None of it had interest, and the more he tried to find it, the farther it seemed to fall from his grasp, though he thought, in moments of odd and fleeting comprehension, that he could see the shade it would provide him, a small comfort on a hot and sunny day.

But those moments were few and far between with nothing to motivate him to seek them out further. Not yet. He wondered if there ever would be. But here and now, he saw a fraction of shade to cool him, that sickeningly green washed away, he hoped forever. "A small wonder. How they grow to be some of the people that they do won't cease to astound me if I care to think about it, but it happens. Oh, it happens."

Amazing. Truly. But Yotsuyu bows, and he finds it refreshing. He won't deny her a sweeping bow in return. How could he? "My name is Kuja. I would thank you for helping me rid myself of that awful affliction." As if it was a disease, and really, to him, it might as well be.