I don’t know who was assigned to who. When I met him briefly, he seemed to already have an idea of what he was doing on the temple grounds. [ This is going to take some getting used to. He’d rather frame it from the perspective of a Sanzo being given a handler when he visited a temple rather than being shoved into the role of a god and master of another person’s very soul. It’s less unnerving that way, but he can’t really deceive himself on the matter. The whole system makes his skin crawl.

For now, the best plan he has is to just leave that odd, quiet man to his own devices. ]

I left him to it to come out here on my own.