Sanzo didn't see the point of adhering to that. The rat-bastard certainly didn't follow any real rules.
There were a lot of things 'not right' in the world. The only constant was 'kill or be killed'. The ones left standing were the ones with the will to survive; there wouldn't be any discrimination between good and evil. The gods certainly weren't going to help them, and Sanzo wasn't going to wait around. This needed to be taken care of.
"Maybe you haven't seen the way he fucks with people. He's been torturing and killing prisoners here. He's been messing with the taboo." Sanzo still hadn't caught a glimpse of exactly how they were doing it, but he was willing to bet that half the creatures here weren't naturally occuring. He was a good example himself of what Landel had done. Sanzo's lip thinned into a line. "The man's a sick prick. Talking to him won't solve anything, and he'll keep on doing this. It's a game to him. You can't reason with that."
As much as Sanzo hated getting sidetracked, this was far too dangerous to leave alone and move on.
He glanced out at the other patients.
"Dark hair and dark eyes. Tall. A charismatic son of a bitch." It was hard pinning down exactly how to describe Landel. The fucker was smug, confident in his superiority.
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There were a lot of things 'not right' in the world. The only constant was 'kill or be killed'. The ones left standing were the ones with the will to survive; there wouldn't be any discrimination between good and evil. The gods certainly weren't going to help them, and Sanzo wasn't going to wait around. This needed to be taken care of.
"Maybe you haven't seen the way he fucks with people. He's been torturing and killing prisoners here. He's been messing with the taboo." Sanzo still hadn't caught a glimpse of exactly how they were doing it, but he was willing to bet that half the creatures here weren't naturally occuring. He was a good example himself of what Landel had done. Sanzo's lip thinned into a line. "The man's a sick prick. Talking to him won't solve anything, and he'll keep on doing this. It's a game to him. You can't reason with that."
As much as Sanzo hated getting sidetracked, this was far too dangerous to leave alone and move on.
He glanced out at the other patients.
"Dark hair and dark eyes. Tall. A charismatic son of a bitch." It was hard pinning down exactly how to describe Landel. The fucker was smug, confident in his superiority.