What had he stumbled upon? Kuja lifted an eyebrow curiously, but before he could speak the clown butted in.

Kefka was given a flat, considering stare. Kuja sized him up, his gaze icy, and snorted. His mouth quirked into a humorless smile. "Not since I killed him. You do think you're a clever one, don't you?" His voice was honey-sweet, but it didn't hide the knife's edge that lurked below the surface.

Then he dismissed the mention of Garland entirely, waving it away with a flick of his hand. "I'd be delighted to accompany you, of course, Sephiroth."

The operative word perhaps being Sephiroth, if Kefka insisted on talking about that insufferable man.