Sanzo's eyes narrowed to slits, he didn't trust this freak. Yet- Sanzo could still kill him and it still wouldn't matter in the end. By experience, too much experience, he knew his own life was at risk if he didn't handle the new holes he had in his leg and hip. It was agony, as many wounds he'd taken over the past few years had been, but, as always, he hid his pain in anger and a fierce scowl.

"Back," he commanded, the pain, if anything, deepened the haughty growl in his voice. He lowered the gun but didn't drop it. It could be fired too fast for Cassian to see it coming, if it came to that.