Sanzo took several seconds to adjust. There wasn't a lot to take in, at first, the 'people' he stood among were insubstantial, just stand ins, he couldn't remember if they had faces at all as soon as he looked away from them. And then there was Drake. And a body.

Seeing his own corpse was surprising but that alone wasn't why he was locked in place, staring at Drake. Sanzo had cheated death far too many times and come out of it looking no better than the corpse. The high risk of death was something he'd accepted a long time ago, so no, the body wasn't the problem. Watching Amberdrake sob over his corpse was the punch in the gut, on top of being so surreal to watch.

He should fix this, say something to disrupt the nightmare, but he stared instead. It felt like he'd forgotten how to breathe.