[ He really must be wiped out, not realizing how close someone else was. That it's Hakkai both is a relief and an excuse. It's not his fault that he's dealing with such a sneaky bastard.
Sanzo had felt overheated just moments before and there's sweat on his brow from pain, but his blood runs cold when he gets a look at Hakkai's face. His eyes widen fractionally, but then his expression hardens into a customary scowl. He can't risk saying a damn thing, but he can't quite make himself shift his attention back up to the sky when he finally replies. ]
Colorful shit is still shit.
[ It's the eloquence one expects from one of Buddhism's most exalted monks. The stupid bastards behind this are dead men, and, once Sanzo figured out who they were, he'd be the first to tell them. ]
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Sanzo had felt overheated just moments before and there's sweat on his brow from pain, but his blood runs cold when he gets a look at Hakkai's face. His eyes widen fractionally, but then his expression hardens into a customary scowl. He can't risk saying a damn thing, but he can't quite make himself shift his attention back up to the sky when he finally replies. ]
Colorful shit is still shit.
[ It's the eloquence one expects from one of Buddhism's most exalted monks. The stupid bastards behind this are dead men, and, once Sanzo figured out who they were, he'd be the first to tell them. ]