Sanzo snorted. Of course. There'd always be more. The Vice Commander was a figurehead. That made things convienant for that blood lust of his.

"Fine, he's just one in a group. Where does it stop for you? When do you put the sword down and go home?"

Even as he spoke, Sanzo doubted there was an end for Takasugi. The man was the type to thrive off the violence and chaos. Giving it up seemed unlikely.Maybe (and that was a big if right there) there'd been some driving event years back, and he hadn't always been twisted.

Or maybe he had. It didn't matter at this point. Sanzo'd been growing more and more apprehensive about Takasugi the more he saw of the man earlier, and each moment with him only confirmed his suspicions.

"I've said it before. You're full of shit. But maybe you don't even want it to end."