[Where their similarities diverged and ended indeed-- whilst Sanzo is prepared to fight tooth and nail for his hard-won freedom, whilst he refuses to subject himself to mind-altering drugs and tracking devices, for Giovanni it's all just more of the same. Free will isn't something he understands nor believes he has a right to, and giving himself over uncomplaining into the hands of those placed above him is something he's been doing his whole life, the only way he knows how to live.
If they want to access every corner of his mind with a serum that forces him to give only the truth, if they want to treat him like a leashed hound, constantly followed and watched and under surveillance, then he will allow them free reign to do as they please with him purely because to do otherwise is not in his nature. He's fierce and savage and fanged-toothed, yes, but also obedient to higher powers, quietly subservient. Always has been.
If anything, he feels better this way. More firmly grounded into his own skin, more at home.
As such, he only meets Sanzo's smirk with a shit-eating grin of his own, one that suggests he finds no offense in being referred to as some well-heeled pet. It's how he sees himself, even now, without Mother's six-fingered hand curled underaround his immovable collar.]
Even obedient hounds slip the leash now and again. Besides, as you so eloquently pointed out, it's not as though they're unable to trace me should they wish to. Ultimately, one collar is no different from another.
[He shrugs, loose shouldered. Indifferent.]
How about you, are you enjoying playing the part of a ragged beggar? I must say it suits you.
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If they want to access every corner of his mind with a serum that forces him to give only the truth, if they want to treat him like a leashed hound, constantly followed and watched and under surveillance, then he will allow them free reign to do as they please with him purely because to do otherwise is not in his nature. He's fierce and savage and fanged-toothed, yes, but also obedient to higher powers, quietly subservient. Always has been.
If anything, he feels better this way. More firmly grounded into his own skin, more at home.
As such, he only meets Sanzo's smirk with a shit-eating grin of his own, one that suggests he finds no offense in being referred to as some well-heeled pet. It's how he sees himself, even now, without Mother's six-fingered hand curled underaround his immovable collar.]
Even obedient hounds slip the leash now and again. Besides, as you so eloquently pointed out, it's not as though they're unable to trace me should they wish to. Ultimately, one collar is no different from another.
[He shrugs, loose shouldered. Indifferent.]
How about you, are you enjoying playing the part of a ragged beggar? I must say it suits you.