"Pride?" A sneer. Something heavy hits the floor this a thud behind Inumuta as Gamagori nears. He unraveled the whip, let it drop with his hand gripping the hilt tight, watching as Inumuta assumed a more appropriate position.

"Pride is what kept you from keeping us properly informed?" His tone bitter, but he doesn't move again for now, staring down at him, appreciates how quickly and efficiently Inumuta moved after his words without question. Can see the other man means his apology, but simply saying so isn't enough.