[All week so far Kuja's been followed around by the ghost of his creator
Garland, who he just so happened to kill. All the while that he's been there all the Genome has heard is the constant speech that he was no good, just a pilot creation to give him an idea of what to aim for. Eventually he'd had enough, even though wherever he went the ghost followed him he needed to go somewhere that he could drown him out. Though even being in the music room proved to no avail. So, if anyone's passing by outside they'll find Kuja sat on the patio, a distant look in his eyes as he tries desperately to tune out the old man.]
Stop your incessant blathering you old fool. I killed you to be rid of you, not so you could linger and bother me even after death.