[Living for himself? ha ha ha, what the hell is that, Sanzo? That's enough of a foreign concept to him that he doesn't even register it as a possibility, instead latching onto the second half of it instead.]
In the end, it's all I can do, I guess... [Somehow, however, he doesn't look very comforted by this notion.] Sometimes I wonder, though...why me?
[He frowns into the bottle, the last words just a barely-heard mutter. It's almost like the sulky tone from before, but more...bitter.]
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[Living for himself? ha ha ha, what the hell is that, Sanzo? That's enough of a foreign concept to him that he doesn't even register it as a possibility, instead latching onto the second half of it instead.]
In the end, it's all I can do, I guess... [Somehow, however, he doesn't look very comforted by this notion.] Sometimes I wonder, though...why me?
[He frowns into the bottle, the last words just a barely-heard mutter. It's almost like the sulky tone from before, but more...bitter.]