[For someone who lived so eternally, he can't believe what he's hearing. That Naoya was a coward. That he was afraid of something like Kazuya not believing him.
It's nonsense, and Kazuya stands suddenly.]
Even if I hadn't believed you, even if none of us had, then at least you still would have told us something. You could have done anything, even sent a message through the COMP when it was night. I didn't even know if you were safe most of that time!
... What is it that you want me to say, Kazuya? Apologizing won't fix anything, and you know I won't in any case. Reason and excuse both seem to fall on deaf ears. And humor has no place here. So what is it that you want?
[He looks up at his cousin, his brother, with a fairly neutral expression. He's not sure what the other expects him to do at this point. The past is the past. And no matter how much one wishes to change it - and oh, how he has - they can't.]
I know you won't hurt me, but right now you're at risk of hurting someone else. So what do you want me to say? What do you want me to do?
[He's not afraid. He's actually rather calm in the face of this demon - but he can tell that his brother isn't going to last too long without some kind of release.]
[This Naoya.... Hasn't done anything wrong. He's taking his frustrations out on someone who isn't technically culpable for the route he'd taken. It's unfair. It's unfair to him, and it's unfair to Naoya.
So. What? What does he want out of this? Naoya can't fix anything, and does any of this really matter anyway when it's not them, just their dreamselves? And who's that they'll even remember any of this?]
[He's... concerned as to what Kazuya's going to do to let off steam, but it's not any of his business. As long as no one gets hurt due to his own direct actions it's not Naoya's responsibility. He really doesn't care all that much. ... With the majority of people, anyway - but the people he does care about he's pretty sure Kazuya largely wouldn't touch anyway.]
... I'll have your laundry done by the time you return so you won't have to worry about it.
[And it gives him something mindless to focus on, too.]
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[For someone who lived so eternally, he can't believe what he's hearing. That Naoya was a coward. That he was afraid of something like Kazuya not believing him.
It's nonsense, and Kazuya stands suddenly.]
Even if I hadn't believed you, even if none of us had, then at least you still would have told us something. You could have done anything, even sent a message through the COMP when it was night. I didn't even know if you were safe most of that time!
(no subject)
[He looks up at his cousin, his brother, with a fairly neutral expression. He's not sure what the other expects him to do at this point. The past is the past. And no matter how much one wishes to change it - and oh, how he has - they can't.]
I know you won't hurt me, but right now you're at risk of hurting someone else. So what do you want me to say? What do you want me to do?
[He's not afraid. He's actually rather calm in the face of this demon - but he can tell that his brother isn't going to last too long without some kind of release.]
(no subject)
[This Naoya.... Hasn't done anything wrong. He's taking his frustrations out on someone who isn't technically culpable for the route he'd taken. It's unfair. It's unfair to him, and it's unfair to Naoya.
So. What? What does he want out of this? Naoya can't fix anything, and does any of this really matter anyway when it's not them, just their dreamselves? And who's that they'll even remember any of this?]
I'm going to go let off some steam.
[Which is to say, he's leaving.]
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[He's... concerned as to what Kazuya's going to do to let off steam, but it's not any of his business. As long as no one gets hurt due to his own direct actions it's not Naoya's responsibility. He really doesn't care all that much. ... With the majority of people, anyway - but the people he does care about he's pretty sure Kazuya largely wouldn't touch anyway.]
... I'll have your laundry done by the time you return so you won't have to worry about it.
[And it gives him something mindless to focus on, too.]