Jin Ling doesn't say anymore than that for the time being. He was more focused on other things instead of memories that he wants to not discuss. He keeps his distance from Sanzo, and gracing him with nothing more than silence until the man spoke again.
"That's--- not what I meant."
He replied. His frown deepened, "It's not the first time people's memories are visibly shown in this way."
He hates thinking about it because those memories bothered him. Not in a bad way, but he couldn't describe it in words. The sound of ceramic almost made him flinch. Jin Ling looked around and all he could hear was the sound of a youth shouting. The gave itself slowly warped into what appeared to be a traditional looking building. Most importantly, it appeared to be someone's room, and there was indeed a large shattered ceramic in the middle of it.
A very small toddler, no more than maybe four or five years old, was crying and sobbing, visibly distressed. People around him were trying to calm him down.
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"That's--- not what I meant."
He replied. His frown deepened, "It's not the first time people's memories are visibly shown in this way."
He hates thinking about it because those memories bothered him. Not in a bad way, but he couldn't describe it in words. The sound of ceramic almost made him flinch. Jin Ling looked around and all he could hear was the sound of a youth shouting. The gave itself slowly warped into what appeared to be a traditional looking building. Most importantly, it appeared to be someone's room, and there was indeed a large shattered ceramic in the middle of it.
A very small toddler, no more than maybe four or five years old, was crying and sobbing, visibly distressed. People around him were trying to calm him down.