Sanzo's eyes had started to droop. At Gojyo's loud voice, they fluttered back open. For a moment, they were unfocused, before they centered up at the roach. Kenren was glaring down at him. He was too exhausted to muster up the strength to glare back. He just let out a labored breath.

The idiot couldn't really think it was as easy as deciding not to bleed all over the place? Sanzo'd always been a firm believer in sheer will power, mind over matter, but it only went so far. Will couldn't stop him from bleeding all over the floor, only take some focus off the agony.

His breathing was coming in pained, hitched gasps.

The monk tugged the sutra off his shoulders and with unsteady hands, rolled it up, before pressing the bundle hard against Gojyo's chest. He didn't say anything. The message was clear. Sanzo's fingers lingered for a moment longer before he let go of the scripture.