Kazuya was not exactly blind. He noticed the brief moment of disappointment from his friend, but couldn't fault him for it - they didn't exactly know each other. They came from different worlds, with apparently vast differences between them, and that, of course, would make it hard to have the same relationship with Atsuro and Naoya if they saw him in a different light than what he was used to.

Naoya had been pleased and proud in him for choosing to become King of Bel, but this Naoya was bitter over his Kazuya going with God (what had his other self been thinking?!). Atsuro had been apprehensive about him becoming the King of Bel, but stuck by him out of true loyalty - but that was a constant. Kazuya was certain that no matter what choice he made, Atsuro would have stayed with him no matter what, unlike the others-

Kazuya's expression darkened briefly, his scarlet eyes flashing before he pushed those horrible thoughts aside. It had been painful, but it had been necessary. Sacrifice and all that rot.

"And we kicked Babel's ass no matter what decision we made," Kazuya said slyly, aiming to lighten the mood. "So there was all that pressure to do the right thing for nothing. We were golden no matter what path we chose."