[Hm. It felt like forever, he says. That it'll take longer in the dream.

He can work with that, even going as far as to stand and knock a piece of rubble away. Just enough to make breathing that much easier, though it's mostly to prolong the suffering and extend the amount of energy he's currently feeding off of.]

Why would I be? Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. You watched me die, and now I get to watch you die. Did I die slow, Naoya? Did I also choke on my own blood?