[The punch doesn't connect, Kazuya merely steps to the side of it, hands never leaving his pockets. He's living, he's never seen Naoya this reactive before, and it makes him feel a little giddy, like a child being told they can have whatever candy off the shelf they want.

He can't hurt Naoya, not physically thanks to their contract, but there's still a certain amount of leeway both in it, and in this dream space.]

I am. Not sure why you're so upset by it though. Don't you deserve this? For me to enjoy watching you suffer? You did kill me, after all. It's the least of what I'm owed from you.