"Devero," Koumyou says firmly, sitting up again, "it was my choice to kill her."
He gives Devero's hand a gentle squeeze, but his tone is stern, his face serious.
"That's my karma, not yours. You may have known that it would probably happen, but it was still my decision. This is important, Devero."
Koumyou Sanzo is more than up to the task of shouldering another death, accepting the weight of another life. Devero... isn't built the same.
And he doesn't have to be, because Koumyou isn't lying to make him feel better. It was his choice, and it is his karma. There are some few parts of him that just won't be shared, not even with Devero, not even now, and this is one of them.
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He gives Devero's hand a gentle squeeze, but his tone is stern, his face serious.
"That's my karma, not yours. You may have known that it would probably happen, but it was still my decision. This is important, Devero."
Koumyou Sanzo is more than up to the task of shouldering another death, accepting the weight of another life. Devero... isn't built the same.
And he doesn't have to be, because Koumyou isn't lying to make him feel better. It was his choice, and it is his karma. There are some few parts of him that just won't be shared, not even with Devero, not even now, and this is one of them.