What the shit was with Sanzo’s talent for attracting those that disturbed him, were desperately sad, or both? Why did the sad ones make Sanzo care? The answer to that question was buried under layers upon layers of denial so it was easy enough to pretend, for now, that this was another weird creep. He knew better but he needed to pretend otherwise.

“Explain-” He had to take a deep breath, a hint of a rattle still in his throat. “-what that means.” There was so much he was desperate to know but this question was easier than the others and he still needed to take his mind off the fact he couldn’t even walk.