A choking sound came from his throat, Mukuro's hand futilely trying to relieve the pressure on his windpipe. "I don't understand," he managed to force out in a whisper. He really didn't - even if Gokudera claimed this to be some form of discipline, or whatever it had become now, he couldn't understand the reasoning behind it. The Storm hadn't given one shit about his behaviour before - at least not to such an abusive extent. Had the man actually been patient enough to wait until the illusionist was weak and unable to fight back with more than words?

"Ho già detto a Chrome," he managed to continue. "Così si può anche ottenere questo tutto finito."