[ He is not afraid of some formless, shapeless nothing. He's not a child afraid of the dark. Maybe it's the natural repulsion to the past or maybe it's something worse, but he's in control of himself.
That bug gets eyed oddly, though. Dinosaur-shirt, bug-loving weirdo. Great.
He strides over more confidently than he ought to be, sitting down cross-legged not far from the other priest. Resting his hands on his knees, he manages to get his words out without overt hostility: ] Do I look like Genjo Sanzo now?
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That bug gets eyed oddly, though. Dinosaur-shirt, bug-loving weirdo. Great.
He strides over more confidently than he ought to be, sitting down cross-legged not far from the other priest. Resting his hands on his knees, he manages to get his words out without overt hostility: ] Do I look like Genjo Sanzo now?