[The feel of his fist slamming into Dostoevsky's face is so satisfying after the shit he put him through. Chuuya's grin is all vicious satisfaction as he watches Fyodor hit the ground, eyes alight with pleasure.]

The last guy who tried to turn me into a mindless weapon was left a smudge in the dirt. You're lucky I only hit you. Remember that.

[He won't murder Fyodor: they're in a new world, with new rules and new people who have no comprehension of what has happened before coming here. It's too risky to pursue further revenge in this place, right now.

But he's making his voice heard, at least.

If Fyodor thinks he's a god, then he should know what comes with trying to control them.]