"As much as you want it to be worth," Hakkai replied, and leaned back against the couch cushions, letting his head fall back to look at the ceiling. What were their lives worth? Perhaps Gojyo was right, and the idea that they were dead was an illusion, but Hakkai isn't sure he trusts that. Regardless, they're here now. They have their second chance -- or whichever chance this is, by now. Hibari has already died once. As for Hakkai?

If his, Sanzo and Gojyo's duplicates really are their former incarnations, who knows how many chances he's had by now, he thinks, and smiles to himself, lifting his head from the cushions again.

"As for me, I'll sell this life dearly. Who knows when I'll have another?"