"Ah," Koumyou sighs, and leans his head back again, shutting his eyes. "...I suppose it can't be helped, then. The sutra and I are bound until my death. Or longer, as it turns out."
'Sanzo' is not a job one retires from, and to be around Koumyou Sanzo, is to be around that which he protects.
It stings a little, and he immediately pins the feeling down in his own mind, examining it, his expression flattening as he thinks. He hasn't known Devero long enough for this to be a problem, surely? People come and people go, and often they go in a spray of blood and tragedy. Why should this be any different? Peaceful, for once, but otherwise... no different?
But he also hasn't met many people who can keep up with his antics, here or at home. Or rather, people who are willing to keep up with his antics.
It was nice, he realizes dimly, to feel a little more than merely tolerated, for once. He sighs heavily, turning the feeling over in his mind a few times, picking at it like a sore tooth, and then... releases it.
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'Sanzo' is not a job one retires from, and to be around Koumyou Sanzo, is to be around that which he protects.
It stings a little, and he immediately pins the feeling down in his own mind, examining it, his expression flattening as he thinks. He hasn't known Devero long enough for this to be a problem, surely? People come and people go, and often they go in a spray of blood and tragedy. Why should this be any different? Peaceful, for once, but otherwise... no different?
But he also hasn't met many people who can keep up with his antics, here or at home. Or rather, people who are willing to keep up with his antics.
It was nice, he realizes dimly, to feel a little more than merely tolerated, for once. He sighs heavily, turning the feeling over in his mind a few times, picking at it like a sore tooth, and then... releases it.
Hold nothing.