[ A brief summary of Gojyo's thoughts at the moment would read something like this:

Kanzeon might be dead, and this chick thinks she's Sanzo. What the fuck do I do?

Well, she's hot...?

No. ...Obviously she's crazy, but who knows how much she knows about Sanzo and the rest? It's not safe to let her wander around talking about this stuff.

Keep her close.

Yeah.

Keep her busy.

Y...eah?

With your dick.

Oh my god, brain, no. ]

I wouldnt worry too much about it. [ His brain might be doing half its thinking with his dick, but there had been a good idea in there. Sticking tight with "Sanzo" and finding out everything she knew was probably the best course of action here. ] You're not Kanzeon, and I'm not Dionysus, not really. They're just names the folks here decided to call us.

[ He takes a step toward the doorway, gesturing her to follow. ] But we still get to live like gods for the time being! Have you seen your temple yet? I bet it's nice.