Sanzo did not like getting read like that so easily. He had betted on this arrogant creature staying evasive and presuming him an idiot. Pompous assholes always talked too much. But this one had a brain between its ears to go with all that power. A horrible combination.
There were plenty of questions to ask now. One of the big ones being: how the fuck do you know my name? An easy one to answer himself. That folder, everything laid out neatly, including his sutra... This thing had plenty of information on him and that made him equal parts furious and sick.
He didn't answer for a very long several seconds, gun still fixed on the golden man whose youth could be a facade as far as Sanzo knew or cared. Sanzo's real dilemma now was his rigid, stubborn pride. The last thing he wanted to do was listen to this man who might as well been the one to shove him in that tube. Injured, tired, and with no hope in hell in defeating a being of such intense power, he had to do as he said.
Fuck
How long could he stand here silent, trying to figure out how to defy him while still getting what he wanted? He wasn't sure the man cared enough to cause him harm if he ran but he could well be his only way out of here. If he cared to do that. It wasn't hard to tell that he considered Sanzo beneath him and Sanzo didn't have much to argue that point with.
"Where's the exit?" he damn near growled, his pride stinging worse than his arm.
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Date: Apr. 1st, 2016 09:46 am (UTC)Sanzo did not like getting read like that so easily. He had betted on this arrogant creature staying evasive and presuming him an idiot. Pompous assholes always talked too much. But this one had a brain between its ears to go with all that power. A horrible combination.
There were plenty of questions to ask now. One of the big ones being: how the fuck do you know my name? An easy one to answer himself. That folder, everything laid out neatly, including his sutra... This thing had plenty of information on him and that made him equal parts furious and sick.
He didn't answer for a very long several seconds, gun still fixed on the golden man whose youth could be a facade as far as Sanzo knew or cared. Sanzo's real dilemma now was his rigid, stubborn pride. The last thing he wanted to do was listen to this man who might as well been the one to shove him in that tube. Injured, tired, and with no hope in hell in defeating a being of such intense power, he had to do as he said.
Fuck
How long could he stand here silent, trying to figure out how to defy him while still getting what he wanted? He wasn't sure the man cared enough to cause him harm if he ran but he could well be his only way out of here. If he cared to do that. It wasn't hard to tell that he considered Sanzo beneath him and Sanzo didn't have much to argue that point with.
"Where's the exit?" he damn near growled, his pride stinging worse than his arm.