Stares down at him, silent, grave. He stands tall as always, asserting himself over him, allowing Inumuta to submit, appreciating it, and normally, he would have no problem taking some flesh for what has been done, he still wouldn't. Gamagori isn't spineless, has never been, but he isn't just a sadist either. He means what he says. This is done out of something more, something deeper.

"I will not whip you for doing what you thought was best for us all. What wrong you did was not something that falls under duty as a role but something deeper, from your heart. Something you can forget when you only focus on the task at hand." A breath, closing his eyes, pulling the whip back and up. He slowly starts to curl it in his hand.

"Your lack of understanding for our concern. Do not dismiss us so easily, Houka. When have we ever kept things from eachother? It is the very mind itself that leads the mind away." He kneels on one knee, moving to set a palm flat on Inumuta's back, steady. "So don't be so mindless, it is not weakness to confide, and do not think of dependency as anything more than being a part of something necessary to you."