"'Alive'?" Sima Yi snorts. "We're already dead. Take a look around - what can this place be except the afterlife?" Either way, he's not in a mood to be impressed by Kazuya's posturing, or his cheap sorcery. "I agree that not getting torn apart would be preferable - but we're safe for the moment, and there's no need to resort to childish squabbling. For a purported commander, you, sir," he spits the word contemptuously as he steps between Kazuya and Kadaj, "don't seem to know a lot about leadership or cooperation." At the moment, though, he's hardly at his most cooperative himself - he doesn't care if he's staring down another Lu Bu; there's an edge of reckless desperation in his glare that makes it clear he's got nothing left to lose.