Koumyou can't... move, he can't get up from the bed and take Devero up on that silent offer, can't un-clench his wiry arms from around his own leg. But he also doesn't shrug those fingers away from his shoulders.

He just... nods, and sobs, all of him shaking under the pressure of it. His tears are for his son, not for himself. His son who had to watch him die, and now bears the weight of at least one sutra, eventually two, and with no one to show him the way.

Koumyou knows his son is strong enough. He does! But that doesn't mean he hasn't been thrust into a living hell. That doesn't mean he should have had to see that. Kouryuu -- Genjo Sanzo -- should have gone his whole life without feeling his adoptive father's life blood rain down onto him. Without hearing it, seeing it, smelling it sprayed across a room.