He pauses again, dropping his hands with the towel still held in them. He stares at the back of Koumyou's head and tries to wrap his brain around the notion of tangible, literal gods.
"All of it is incredibly weird to me," he says finally, his voice a little distant. "Gods are just-- they're just stories where I come from." (Stories for people with nothing of actual value in their lives, he doesn't say, and even feels a little bad for thinking it.) "They're not people you can just go meet.
"And the energy that made the universe definitely couldn't be split into 5 parts for people to carry around."
Giving his head a little shake, he resumes the task of rubbing down Koumyou's hair. The Sanzo's final statement does make him snort softly. "Now that one might be uni-- multiversal. Real life's always a lot messier than pure philosophy."
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"All of it is incredibly weird to me," he says finally, his voice a little distant. "Gods are just-- they're just stories where I come from." (Stories for people with nothing of actual value in their lives, he doesn't say, and even feels a little bad for thinking it.) "They're not people you can just go meet.
"And the energy that made the universe definitely couldn't be split into 5 parts for people to carry around."
Giving his head a little shake, he resumes the task of rubbing down Koumyou's hair. The Sanzo's final statement does make him snort softly. "Now that one might be uni-- multiversal. Real life's always a lot messier than pure philosophy."