"You're still tuned to it," Devero says, nodding. It is a good attempt, he's very proud.

Devero is, perhaps, a little shocked to see the younger Sanzo take the potion without a protest. Maybe he shouldn't be, though. Koumyou is his father. If one of his caretakers from creche was offering him weird medicine he'd be inclined to take it too, especially in the middle of shit like this.

"Me too?" he asks quietly, holding his hand out. He may not be lacerated as Genjo, but that close-range monster swat from earlier was going to be making itself felt soon enough.

One of their civilians peeks out of the gas station. They look a little shell-shocked, staring at the carnage with glazed eyes that probably aren't quite seeing it. "Are... they gone...?"