[ he considers the words thrown at him, stopping in his steps before turning around slowly. a scoff: ] I don't see Arahabaki as pure destruction, and you shouldn't either. [ whether that's because of his personal beliefs or because he knows something about arahabaki itself who knows. fyodor does look mildly incensed at the notion though. ] Why do you not understand the uniqueness of holding an entire singularity beneath your skin, one which by all accounts, almost touches my God? How beautiful you are when wielding it? It's not that it's destruction and it's not that it's a singularity, it's that it's pure.

Arahabaki may be considered by you to be a lesser God but it is, undoubtedly more than a force of nature. There are abilities akin to natural disasters and yours is more— [ fyodor stops himself having taken a step back towards chuuya. his hand lifts to touch his own shoulder, the gunshot wound aching beneath. had his confrontation with sigma left him this unsettled? what are you? ]

If I have to depend on your choice and loyalty in order to execute my orders, then I might as well slit my own throat.

[ ...which, dramatic much??? but fyodor has never held loyalty from anyone, not by free choice. and if at some point he had or had given his, it clearly hadn't ended well. ]