[ This isn’t particularly good for the reputation of Sanzo priests as a whole around here, but who cared? Gojyo might not know it, but Sanzo is pretty sure he can count on the amnesiac idiot to not try to kill him. He walks alongside, insistent on keeping pace as he listens. It’ll take a toll, but he’s got his pride here.

The story has a familiar rhythm to it, one that makes what little he’s heard about the situation with Gojyo make a hell of a lot more sense. ]

Don’t start lumping me in with you. I’m not interested in being a shinki or some fake-ass bootleg god. [ Feeling what others feel sounds like a special sort of hell, but having that sort of invasion of privacy being forced was even worse for the one called a shinki. Someone’s going to die for this. ] This magic bullshit doesn’t change who you are, jackass, or that the only side you can count on is your own. That has nothing to do with being called shinki or god.

[ He’s a bit winded at the end of that, needing to catch his breath. ]