Koumyou's apology. His way of saying sorry for what had happened back then.
It felt sincere enough. Indeed, Genjo could imagine that such a conversation must have been as painful for them both. So why was Koumyou so insistent on bringing it up here and now?
It surely didn't aid the tension that both of them were feeling.
Sanzo felt his lips turn to a wry smile. His shoulders tensed, and he once more scoffed. The feeling of his nails digging into his palms was enough to keep his senses alert despite how his body froze and brain spiraled.
Like hell, he was going to let Koumyou get away with this. This unabashed self-flagellation and pushing of guilt.
"An apology, is it?"
Bullshit. Perhaps in Koumyous eyes, it may have been. But to Sanzo, such consolation was merely a way of pushing one's guilt onto someone else.
"I know disillusionment is par for the course in meeting your past. But to think you are that dense," He took a deep, shaky breath before standing from his seat. His eyes were firm as he looked down at the man he respected as his master and father. "You didn't sacrifice yourself out of love. You sacrificed yourself because you gave up hope in having both of us live. You lost faith in yourself and your abilities Koumyou Sanzo. You were willing to give your own life and resign those you cared for to the misery of a life without you."
A pause, his gaze not wavering as he kept firm upon Koumyou. Not as a child to his father or a disciple to his master, but as a fellow Sanzo Priest. This was who he grew up to become. This was who he now was.
And he wasn't going to hold himself to the shadows of a naive past to give Kuomyou the pity he so desperately seemed to crave.
"Your death was your decision to make Koumyou Sanzo. So stop using your protection over me as an excuse for the path you chose to walk."
That was right. All of this was in the past. What mattered now was acceptance and the present that Koumyou and Genjo were now living.
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Koumyou's apology. His way of saying sorry for what had happened back then.
It felt sincere enough. Indeed, Genjo could imagine that such a conversation must have been as painful for them both. So why was Koumyou so insistent on bringing it up here and now?
It surely didn't aid the tension that both of them were feeling.
Sanzo felt his lips turn to a wry smile. His shoulders tensed, and he once more scoffed. The feeling of his nails digging into his palms was enough to keep his senses alert despite how his body froze and brain spiraled.
Like hell, he was going to let Koumyou get away with this. This unabashed self-flagellation and pushing of guilt.
"An apology, is it?"
Bullshit. Perhaps in Koumyous eyes, it may have been. But to Sanzo, such consolation was merely a way of pushing one's guilt onto someone else.
"I know disillusionment is par for the course in meeting your past. But to think you are that dense," He took a deep, shaky breath before standing from his seat. His eyes were firm as he looked down at the man he respected as his master and father. "You didn't sacrifice yourself out of love. You sacrificed yourself because you gave up hope in having both of us live. You lost faith in yourself and your abilities Koumyou Sanzo. You were willing to give your own life and resign those you cared for to the misery of a life without you."
A pause, his gaze not wavering as he kept firm upon Koumyou. Not as a child to his father or a disciple to his master, but as a fellow Sanzo Priest. This was who he grew up to become. This was who he now was.
And he wasn't going to hold himself to the shadows of a naive past to give Kuomyou the pity he so desperately seemed to crave.
"Your death was your decision to make Koumyou Sanzo. So stop using your protection over me as an excuse for the path you chose to walk."
That was right. All of this was in the past. What mattered now was acceptance and the present that Koumyou and Genjo were now living.