[ This time, he watches him leave and doesn't try to stop him. Something about the way Sanzo's back looks from this angle makes Konzen's chest ache. Is this his fault? Maybe it has nothing to do with this shinki bullshit.
The doors had slammed shut to Konzen's past life. There was nothing left of him. Maybe this is why Sanzo is such an empty shell, just pieces of a consciousness that can't make itself whole. Strangely enough, Konzen knows that if he could give him a part of himself to mend that hole, he would. Even though he has a feeling Sanzo would never want his help.
And yet, somehow he knows he will never fear that gun in Sanzo's hands again. ]
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[ This time, he watches him leave and doesn't try to stop him. Something about the way Sanzo's back looks from this angle makes Konzen's chest ache. Is this his fault? Maybe it has nothing to do with this shinki bullshit.
The doors had slammed shut to Konzen's past life. There was nothing left of him. Maybe this is why Sanzo is such an empty shell, just pieces of a consciousness that can't make itself whole. Strangely enough, Konzen knows that if he could give him a part of himself to mend that hole, he would. Even though he has a feeling Sanzo would never want his help.
And yet, somehow he knows he will never fear that gun in Sanzo's hands again. ]