[ Can't say it, huh? He wants to think that might mean something, but he knows how badly he wants some sliver of information that he can use. It's not a matter of the past, but how to go forward.
Sanzo finds himself making a similar gesture, pulling out a battered pack of Marlboros with a book of matches tucked in the cellophane. After lighting up, he sits both on the book laid on the ground beside him. ]
Who knows? [ The cracks in his self-control had been widening over the past week, but he still held it together. That's all that mattered.
He watches him cautiously, curiously. ] It's all bullshit. I doubt it's easier for the people that buy into it.
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Sanzo finds himself making a similar gesture, pulling out a battered pack of Marlboros with a book of matches tucked in the cellophane. After lighting up, he sits both on the book laid on the ground beside him. ]
Who knows? [ The cracks in his self-control had been widening over the past week, but he still held it together. That's all that mattered.
He watches him cautiously, curiously. ] It's all bullshit. I doubt it's easier for the people that buy into it.