Vivi hadn't expected to find anyone in the observation room - he himself had kept far away from the dreaded place after his first experience with them. So what had brought him here? Perhaps a small flicker of recognition for his creator?

He still hadn't been prepared to see the familiar silhouette of the man, and a trickle of icy cold dread went through his back before he straightened. If Kuja was here, then perhaps the others had survived? And after all, even if Kuja was responsible for so much... he and Vivi were much the same, puppets made for a purpose who woke up and rebelled.

So, with a little wiggle to pull up his belt, Vivi quietly entered the room, stopping a bit behind Kuja. "... Hi."