Her attention doesn't waver, Devero's anger, the way Sanzo reaches into his sleeve. She is prepared, ready if he draws a weapon but instead he brings out a pipe.

But his words. A threat? An understanding? Both?

She tilted her head, eyes still blank. "You did be killing for your god? They do be commanding it?."

If he could feel not much at all about it that was probably a good thing. She didn't feel much about killing. Pride often, the satisfaction of a job well done. The rush of adrenaline.

Killing her sister had been different in every way it possibly could be.