[Naoya had just hopped off the bed when the words 'little brother' froze him in place. His head swivelled to look at Henry, and his eyes were wide, hesitant - almost angry that the subject even came up.

Kazuya...

Kazuya was many things. But he wasn't Henry's business. And, so long as he was back home in Tokyo, what Kazuya wanted to do with his life was none of Naoya's, either.

They could've walked down that path to wage war with God together, but he chose otherwise. His little brother turned away from all that potential, and the possibility of truly understanding how he felt.

Looking back at it retroactively, maybe their childhood together was nothing more than a delusion. Naoya had simply lost himself to the illusion of being a family again.

So he didn't answer. He turned towards the door and walked. What was there to say about his relationship with the young man who housed Abel's essence?

He loved his little brother. He killed him. He made him soup when he was sick. He used him.]

...That's none of your concern.