[ He sure does sound like he needs a shot or two. ...Of liquor, too. Unfortunately, most libraries are not well-stocked in either.

Once upon a time, Sorey was the hero of his world, a perfect and shining beacon of peace, strength, and light. But that isn’t to say he also isn’t very much human, and that he doesn’t feel a surge of anger and frustration on Sanzo’s behalf upon hearing the whole story. In fact, it’s enough that he nearly leans across the table and offers his help -- whatever precious little he’ll certainly be -- before thinking better of it.

First of all, he shouldn’t be involving himself in revenge plots without knowing the full scope and breadth of its potential impact; secondly, to put it bluntly, Sanzo’s got this. Sorey would only be bringing a knife to a gun fight, both figuratively and literally. So instead, he simply nods. ]

I hope you do. [ Granted, he doesn’t necessarily condone killing, but at least get some answers out of the guy! ]

So, aside from that... [ Pardon him if he leans back away from a smoke cloud here. (It’s not really his thing.) ] It sounds like life in Wyver has been better for you than life in Olympia ever was.

I'm guessing you weren't around when they razed a large part of the city?