He wasn't even glaring. That was a bad bad sign and Kenren's hands curled into fists at his side, knowing that the inevitable was coming. He didn't want to accept it, but he had no choice. Even if he could get Sanzo out of here, there were those creatures outside and Sanzo couldn't run or fight. Kenren couldn't run or fight if he was carrying the monk either.

He gave Sanzo a surprised look when the monk pulled something from around his shoulders and pressed it to Kenren's chest. The god took it, holding it tightly in his hands. It felt like cloth and it felt powerful albeit in a muted way. It wasn't something that Sanzo would give up easily. He grabbed the monk's shoulder, shaking it lightly. "I'll take care of it," he said because he couldn't even pretend that this could turn out any differently. "You have my word on the lives of my comrades."