it's about choice and loyalty. It ain't that complicated.

[Mori could use him however he wished, the man has had his loyalty for years. If he wanted to call him his weapon, the Port Mafia's weapon, he could.

But that was Mori.

He quirks a brow at Fyodor's explanation, but the mention of the hazy historical guessings regarding Arahabaki makes him go red in the face, scowl growing sharp with fuming anger. Wait a second-- He knew?!?!

Oh you dick!! And he can't even yell at Fyodor about it because the man didn't fucking remember!!! It takes him a second, because he is very pointedly trying to behave and not yell over getting tricked, but after a few moments of his jaw working he growls a reply.] Fuck... whatever, fine. If it's just destruction that's your criteria, then I suppose you've got a fucking point, since that's all it is.

[A force of nature, rather than anything else. It seems they've both struck a nerve in this conversation, and Chuuya can't quite complain about the retreat given that.] One last thing: I follow orders because I agree to them, Fyodor. Choice means something to me, and I'm sure you understand why. Think about that a little, will yha?