"Fear," she says quietly, then smiles. She knows--she's supposed to be better, to be kinder, but what purpose does that serve here, when kindness and agreeableness is what the Queen wants? Kuja doesn't enjoy being a plaything, a doll. So the Queen is her enemy.

"They could stand to feel fear. They may have forgotten. They seem so complacent now, and complacency does no one any good. There's a reason people feel fear. It keeps them alert. It keeps them alive. Vital and vivid. Don't you agree?"

She bows her head. "I'll help you." She's immune to poison herself, so it's a completely distant kind of death, one that could never touch her. "Poison. A good idea. Quiet and subtle and difficult to trace."