Takasugi's eye didn't miss the way Sanzo had reached for his gun, and he grinned. He was a man who thrived on the power he held over others, that ability to manipulate their every move and action; that ability to predict the way they thought and anticipate their actions. It was already starting to become more definite.

One of them wouldn't walk away alive from this encounter.

He'd already revealed too much of himself, and he knew Sanzo would stand in his way at some point. It was obvious the man's thoughts and desires couldn't be molded into something that would be beneficial to his own cause. He simply refused to be converted, even into fighting against the institution. This man would only kill to defend but not kill for a better purpose.

That was the true waste.

"I keep telling you that nothing will remain after I die. I intend to eradicate it all beforehand."

He advanced again, a strange calm enveloping his body in spite of the monk's threat. He was a man who no longer feared death, where as Sanzo continued to hesitate. That hesitation is what causes the greatest distinction between the two of them. While Sanzo was weighted down by his own moral conscience, Takasugi was entirely absent of it.

A true beast.