Marluxia watched Kuja with a satisfied look, his lips curling up a little. So Kuja had survived the heartless plucking the heart from his very chest. Sometimes the ones you least expected it off made it through the change while others that should have been more suitable died. Darkness was funny like that.
Motioning up at Kuja, he called the man, "come, it is time we return home. There is a lot you must be taught about what you have become."