More justifications. More pleasantries piled one on top of the other. Takasugi had had his fill of them. His wasn't an age where men could live so complacently. In his mind, that war always continued, and he could never step foot off the battlefield.
Even now, he felt those instincts seize him, baiting him to kill whatever threat was in his way. The more Sanzo tried to distance himself, the more he thought of his comrades who continued to walk down their different paths while disregarding their origin point entirely -that man whose ideals had fueled all their wills to begin with. How many more men will lie down and allow their enemies to step all over them? How many more men will sacrifice their honor and integrity for things like money?
It continued to disgust him.
"Why wait for your enemies to strike out at you when you can be rid of them before they even have a chance. The more you play the obedient dog, the more others will treat you as if you were born as one to begin with. But you weren't. You were born wild. Untamed. Have you forgotten that part of yourself in lieu of being coated with this priestly garb?"
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Even now, he felt those instincts seize him, baiting him to kill whatever threat was in his way. The more Sanzo tried to distance himself, the more he thought of his comrades who continued to walk down their different paths while disregarding their origin point entirely -that man whose ideals had fueled all their wills to begin with. How many more men will lie down and allow their enemies to step all over them? How many more men will sacrifice their honor and integrity for things like money?
It continued to disgust him.
"Why wait for your enemies to strike out at you when you can be rid of them before they even have a chance. The more you play the obedient dog, the more others will treat you as if you were born as one to begin with. But you weren't. You were born wild. Untamed. Have you forgotten that part of yourself in lieu of being coated with this priestly garb?"