Somewhere the sound of his door opening registered, but to Homura it was distant and unimportant. Admist the pain he'd finally come to understand, to find a purpose within the prison. He was now and always the Toushin Taishi, an unclean being used for an unclean purpose. The sword of those with power, to be weilded and used at their discretion, and for their will.

The gunshot was so much louder than the door had been. So much more real, but just as insignificant. The air rippled around Homura as the bullet came near, so close to doing as Sanzo wished...

...before it harmlessly ricocheted into one of the walls of the room.

"You shouldn't be here, you know." The pain was nothing more than a fading memory, and Homura grinned as he moved to his feet. "Were you hoping to accomplish something with that little attack? It's a wasted effort, just like everything else you try to gain at night."

There was no need to fear this man. What could he do in the face of a god? Yet Homura relished the answer he knew he'd receive, and the inconquerable spirit that hadn't dulled the in the least over five centuries and numerous reincarnations.

"I'll give you one chance. Go back to your room now, and this will end peacefully, Konzen Douji."