Sanzo watched Koumyou work with concerned interest, his hands tucked into his sleeves. Unlike Koumyou, he hadn't kept his cigarette. It was burned to a crisp alongside the melted flashlight.

The body wasn't particularly disturbing by itself, he'd seen far too many corpses to be that bothered by one that was extra rotted. Koumyou's ease of handling the corpse was more perplexing. There was a great deal he didn't know about Koumyou and that was for the best.

"...How far do we have to carry this thing?" he asked, voice dripping with disdain and disgust.