A Flare Star for the Dramatic

"So. We couldn't find Ala." Kuja's arms are crossed tightly, end of his tail curled around one of his lower calves. The hour is very late, room only lit by the record crystal itself. "There was.. so much else that happened today! I ought to be writing it all down. Saying it all, or-- something. It's a bit of a pain to listen to these when it comes to sitting down and working on a theory, actually... Same reason it always drove me spare, how few books were left in Terra... 'for what purpose, Kuja,' 'it is inefficient, Kuja' -- I'll tell you inefficient, inefficient is sorting through some overstuffed crystal's memories for an hour looking for the single time it's described how you make a specific growth medium by hand--"

He's rambling. He takes a deep breath.

"I'll figure out a proper plan of attack, tomorrow, use the daylight while I have it."