[Quick on his feet, perhaps, but so is Giovanni-- unnaturally so. Something the hound of war might do well to try to conceal if only he had that much self-awareness. The fluidity of his own movements, the almost predatory gait, something in the way he carries himself quietly attesting to the fact that he ought to be avoided and sidestepped at all costs. Does it make him stand out in a city like this? Maybe, maybe not.
It's a different world, after all, and one that's full of strangeness. Perhaps he's just a drop in a bucket full of it, now.
In any case, he continues to remain those two steps behind, even when the shack comes into view and Sanzo's intentions as to their destination becomes clearer to him.]
One other besides myself. My partner on that ill-fated job we took. She contacted me not long after you.
[And she's one of the reasons, admittedly, that he'd caved in the end. Decided to flee, if only temporarily.]
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It's a different world, after all, and one that's full of strangeness. Perhaps he's just a drop in a bucket full of it, now.
In any case, he continues to remain those two steps behind, even when the shack comes into view and Sanzo's intentions as to their destination becomes clearer to him.]
One other besides myself. My partner on that ill-fated job we took. She contacted me not long after you.
[And she's one of the reasons, admittedly, that he'd caved in the end. Decided to flee, if only temporarily.]