Envy says far more about the one who fosters it than the one who is envied. There's something he lacks, something he desires. Perhaps he feels he suffers, for lack of it. You might not have it, but he wants it, and so he sees it, even in places where it is not to be found.

[He could find the envy in a living heart and foster it. Along with greed, hatred, and fear. Not that he would do such a thing now, but he understood how such feelings could be amplified, and his was not the only force that could warp minds and breed discord. Some people did it all on their own.

As for himself, he'd learned that lesson only too well, and too painfully. He'd envied his brother, and he'd envied the living, and he'd envied the free. It had blinded him, and his blindness had ended in destruction and his death.]

My name is Kuja.

[And he bows, politely and more than a touch dramatically.]