[ Well, he was trying to restrain himself. But after that little quid, he chooses to throw all that restraint to the wind. Whichever sword happens to be occupying his right hand will soon find it's tip mere inches away from the boy's throat. His usually dark red eyes seem to be burning embers as they stare Naoya down. ]

Don't you dare disrespect the dead like that, you miserable excuse for a human. I loved my brother, and would have gladly traded my own life in exchange for his. You...

[ After a brief moment, he pulls the blade back, but his eyes never stray from target. ]

No, that's exactly your problem, isn't it? You're a miserable outcast who has never known love. Not even that of your own family. How very sad. It would almost be a favor to put you out of your misery, wouldn't it? All the more reason to allow you to continue to suffer. Live on, and endure the pain you were born to live with. Perhaps one day your archaic God will forgive you.