"Trust me, I haven't forgotten." He can't - both between what Kazuya keeps reminding him and because of the years he spent designing this outcome.

'I have enough friends' is a blatant lie and he knows it. They both know it. He lets out a long breath and nudges his brother gently. "... Do you want to get something on the way home? We could get you some cake. Or coffee. Or whatever you want."

Almost anything. Not the souls of the innocent or something, but within reasonable boundaries.