So it's fine if someone refers to you as theirs as long as they don't mean as a tool. [ fyodor interjects with a sickly sweet tone. it's as if that was the answer he'd been looking for for whatever reason; he may be intentionally skating along those boundaries to see how far he can push and where to stop. after all, nothing in chuuya's behaviour during this conversation had been as predictable as he'd preferred it to be. ]

An ancient kami without a proper name who supposedly ruled over the domain of pants and iron— [ oops, did he just give away that he didn't really need chuuya's explanation before and just simply wanted to hear him talk? oh well. ] It's not as God is from the East Orthodox texts I grew up with, except for one detail: the wrath, the destruction. That seems to link most deities before mankind decided to rewrite history and instead paint them as beings to be curtailed for favours like power and wealth.

[ something in the conversation seems to strike a nerve, he drops the placid, calm facade for a moment: ] I neither want nor need your forgiveness. You trust Dazai's plans and follow his orders, I'm not arrogant enough to expect your trust but you will need to follow my orders.

As long as you do that, the rest is irrelevant. [ he steps back, clearly moving away and with intentions to continue his, perhaps fruitless, search for a laughing, good-luck ghost. ]