Being someone who was used to seeing memoires of other people, (thanks Hakagemachi.) Jin Ling immediately knew he was in some sort of memory scape. He was also staring at a version of... Sanzo? He looked no older than twelve or thirteen-- younger than Jin Ling right now. Though, he recalled the brief encounter with this man being particularly, unpleasant.
How he stumbled here, no one knew, but he was making sure he kept his voice down and shushed Fairy, so she wouldn't cause ant trouble as well.
He gave the older Sanzo a look, and then stared back at the teenager that was his carbon copy. Great
"...You going to do something about this?"
Memories were places people shouldn't be wandering into. Jin Ling literally should be seeing himself out, but also, his need to maybe assist on the situation might be-- well buried in his core. Sometimes, he cursed stumbling into things he didn't want to stumble into. Of course, he had to be the person that wanted to find answers and he had to choose to tread this maze.
II. any memory but that
How he stumbled here, no one knew, but he was making sure he kept his voice down and shushed Fairy, so she wouldn't cause ant trouble as well.
He gave the older Sanzo a look, and then stared back at the teenager that was his carbon copy. Great
"...You going to do something about this?"
Memories were places people shouldn't be wandering into. Jin Ling literally should be seeing himself out, but also, his need to maybe assist on the situation might be-- well buried in his core. Sometimes, he cursed stumbling into things he didn't want to stumble into. Of course, he had to be the person that wanted to find answers and he had to choose to tread this maze.