Sanzo shuddered again, more obviously this time. His eyes held a look not dissimilar to the one they held not long after Koumyou had died. Yet not close enough, they weren't dead but sad, his grief plain as it rarely was. Even Drake only saw his emotions so clearly through Empathy or in dreams.

He raised his head and dared to look Koumyou in the face, as he'd been avoiding through most of the conversation.

"For you. I don't intend to find out if that's true anytime soon." Sad eyes aside, his haughtiness was still there, though softened. He spoke with that pride but it was a promise to not let that guilt eat him alive as it almost had many times before.