Sanzo hadn’t the faintest clue what that meant and he was only getting angrier as time passed. It still ached to breathe and both arms were varying degrees of fiery pain. Now he was less starved for oxygen, he had all the more brain power to be a complete brat about the situation.

His eyes held no recognition. Pain and anger, but no sign he had a damned clue who Amberdrake was. One didn’t need to be an Empath to feel the hostility Sanzo was giving off. He was afraid and weak and in considerable pain, it was unlikely he’d be able to walk on his own without more healing than Drake could possibly provide with his Gift so weakened. Completely at the mercy of this stranger and that was the last place that Sanzo ever wanted to be.

“What do you-” Fuck. Ow. “-want?”