[Sanzo uncerimoniously sits down next to him, chuckling dryly and speaking with a touch of a more relaxed nature than before. Something about Cheshire's chaotic manner reminded him so much of himself.]
...ah. When I was young, I was found in a river. The name I was given was Kouryu, the River Orphan. From that time on, as I grew up at the temple of my master, Priest Koumyou Sanzo, I had to deal with taunting, teasing, bullying... and when I was a little older, I had to deal with perverts.
[He looks down.]
You reminded me of how angry I was back then. How much it annoyed me that such filth was allowed to roam the temple grounds, to say the things they said, to do the things they did.
[He looks up.]
My master was murdered viciously before my eyes almost directly after bestowing the title of Sanzo Priest upon me and giving me my new name, Genjo Sanzo. That night, I fled the temple armed with only my gun and the Maten Sutra. [He gestures to the scripture about his shoulders. He then laughs, though it is laced with a venomous hate that twists the tone of his voice.]
They tried to rape me, that first group of bastards I faced on that god-forsaken hill. Three men tried to rob me after I'd been without food and water for five days. Well, without adequate food and water. Absolutely no strength left in me at all, and this fucker says, "He looks like a girl..."
I still smell him when I think back on that memory. Sweat. Piss. Booze. How revolting.
So I shot him to protect myself. Right through his right eye.
I spent days on that bloodstained hill, killing demons and humans alike, some innocent, others not, but what position was I in to judge? I was the worthless orphan cast into the river, remember?
[He looks to Cheshire.]
A monk covered in blood. And yet people beg me to chant or to pray... and I always find it such a complete farce.
[ Sanzo was sitting next to him. This guy... really wasn't afraid at all, huh? Cheshire looks to him, somewhat hesitantly. He didn't want to kill this guy anymore... and he was afraid that he might anyway. Right now it was like the calm before the storm.
But he listened anyway. His expression remained one of curiousity, unfazed by the story being told. He grins, looking down. ]
Right.
Sounds like your life sucked. More than mine, anyway. I was never... touched by anyone. I never had that happen. But I couldn't mesh anyway.
Don't say it that way. Don't make it sound like I was trying something so petty as to one-up your sense of pain. It's just a story.
[He offers the hedgehog a cigarette.]
...puzzles wouldn't be as interesting if everything automatically locked into place. Sometimes it's the effort made to find a place where a piece fits...
And fuck those who try to cut up the pieces so they'll fit the mold they weren't meant for. Those people need to shut up and die.
[Irritated, he begins lighting up another cigarette.]
[ He blinks, taking the cigarette and popping it into his mouth. ] I wasn't trying anything, dumbass.
[ It doesn't really taste like anything to him. He gives a bit of a sigh. That's right... Ever since he was mutated, nothing really felt the same. His old habits, too... But it felt nice to have it in his mouth anyway. ]
There are a lot of stupid people alive. They always think they're better than you but they aren't. They're walkin' on this damn earth, too, and they're covered in just as much shit as you are, if not more. But they don't see it-- they think it's perfume or something the way they parade around in it.
They never helped me. It was a dead end. Overlanders don't help Mobians. They just attack us. Mom told me about the war and that's why they all hate us. Neverending.
When they threw me in the asylum, they never meant to help me. They were gonna kill me. Me an' Smiley never had a chance.
We were in the same cell. He was always crying at night and jittering about every damn thing. I called him that because he was so scared of everything.
Then I ripped his head off his shoulders.
No, wait, that was after they tortured me. They were already torturing Smiley, too.
I killed a kid for not letting me buy smokes. He should have let me. He said he was closing up... Or he was too young to sell them. I don't remember. It was some dumb excuse.
I don't know why Smiley was there. It was for the criminally insane, they said. But I think they put anyone there... especially Mobians.
Where I grew up, the hate was real bad. There was a lot of discrimination against Mobians. It was so bad that... yeah... People who were just messed up could get sent to that asylum for almost no good reason.
[ Takes a long drag before exhaling through his nose. ]
Even if Smiley annoyed the fuck out of me, he was still a Mobian. Whenever there were daily exercises and stuff, I'd look out for him. He wouldn't stop crying at night and I'd just scream at him. I didn't know how to get him to stop and I couldn't sleep at night because of him.
Don't kill them for it, Cheshire. Just continue to live and leave them all behind you.
You have that strength.
But the law of karma dictates if you take a life, you must be prepared for someone to try to take yours... the more you kill, the higher the chances of your inevitable atonement.
You think I don't know that? I know there's someone out there who can take me out. That's why I was so... grateful to meet Finny. He... He wasn't afraid of me and even subdued me enough with his medicine and dark magic.
If there's someone who can do that, there's someone who can kill me.
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...ah. When I was young, I was found in a river. The name I was given was Kouryu, the River Orphan. From that time on, as I grew up at the temple of my master, Priest Koumyou Sanzo, I had to deal with taunting, teasing, bullying... and when I was a little older, I had to deal with perverts.
[He looks down.]
You reminded me of how angry I was back then. How much it annoyed me that such filth was allowed to roam the temple grounds, to say the things they said, to do the things they did.
[He looks up.]
My master was murdered viciously before my eyes almost directly after bestowing the title of Sanzo Priest upon me and giving me my new name, Genjo Sanzo. That night, I fled the temple armed with only my gun and the Maten Sutra. [He gestures to the scripture about his shoulders. He then laughs, though it is laced with a venomous hate that twists the tone of his voice.]
They tried to rape me, that first group of bastards I faced on that god-forsaken hill. Three men tried to rob me after I'd been without food and water for five days. Well, without adequate food and water. Absolutely no strength left in me at all, and this fucker says, "He looks like a girl..."
I still smell him when I think back on that memory. Sweat. Piss. Booze. How revolting.
So I shot him to protect myself. Right through his right eye.
I spent days on that bloodstained hill, killing demons and humans alike, some innocent, others not, but what position was I in to judge? I was the worthless orphan cast into the river, remember?
[He looks to Cheshire.]
A monk covered in blood. And yet people beg me to chant or to pray... and I always find it such a complete farce.
If they only knew that other side of me, I think.
Right?
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But he listened anyway. His expression remained one of curiousity, unfazed by the story being told. He grins, looking down. ]
Right.
Sounds like your life sucked. More than mine, anyway. I was never... touched by anyone. I never had that happen. But I couldn't mesh anyway.
There's always gotta be someone who doesn't fit.
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[He offers the hedgehog a cigarette.]
...puzzles wouldn't be as interesting if everything automatically locked into place. Sometimes it's the effort made to find a place where a piece fits...
And fuck those who try to cut up the pieces so they'll fit the mold they weren't meant for. Those people need to shut up and die.
[Irritated, he begins lighting up another cigarette.]
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[ It doesn't really taste like anything to him. He gives a bit of a sigh. That's right... Ever since he was mutated, nothing really felt the same. His old habits, too... But it felt nice to have it in his mouth anyway. ]
Die, huh. That's what I was thinkin'.
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[He blows a smoke ring before offering his lighter to Cheshire.]
"Shut the fuck up." is what I'm thinking.
I hate hearing useless words.
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Yeah. [ Hands it back. ]
Same here.
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There are a lot of stupid people alive. They always think they're better than you but they aren't. They're walkin' on this damn earth, too, and they're covered in just as much shit as you are, if not more. But they don't see it-- they think it's perfume or something the way they parade around in it.
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[He nods.]
It's best to leave them with their ignorance. They'll reject anything other than it anyway so it's a waste of time.
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[ Shakes his head. ]
I keep wondering if I'm one of them.
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You kill, not because you'll be killed otherwise, but due to psychosis. At least that's what I can see.
[He looks to him.]
...from what I've gleaned off of our meeting... you seem more like a messed up kid who needs help, honest help not whatever it is you eventually got.
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They never helped me. It was a dead end. Overlanders don't help Mobians. They just attack us. Mom told me about the war and that's why they all hate us. Neverending.
When they threw me in the asylum, they never meant to help me. They were gonna kill me. Me an' Smiley never had a chance.
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[He takes another drag from his cigarette.]
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We were in the same cell. He was always crying at night and jittering about every damn thing. I called him that because he was so scared of everything.
Then I ripped his head off his shoulders.
No, wait, that was after they tortured me. They were already torturing Smiley, too.
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So then he was your cellmate.
And you killed him after you were tortured.
What about before? Do you remember anything about him before? Other than that he was muttering and what not. Why were you two even there?
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I don't know why Smiley was there. It was for the criminally insane, they said. But I think they put anyone there... especially Mobians.
Where I grew up, the hate was real bad. There was a lot of discrimination against Mobians. It was so bad that... yeah... People who were just messed up could get sent to that asylum for almost no good reason.
[ Takes a long drag before exhaling through his nose. ]
Even if Smiley annoyed the fuck out of me, he was still a Mobian. Whenever there were daily exercises and stuff, I'd look out for him. He wouldn't stop crying at night and I'd just scream at him. I didn't know how to get him to stop and I couldn't sleep at night because of him.
But he was still a Mobian.
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[Sanzo was thoughtful a moment.]
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[ Stares at the ground. ]
Overlanders are humans. Like you.
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I don't care about stupid things like that.
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... What? Are you gonna freakin' judge me for that too?
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You have that strength.
But the law of karma dictates if you take a life, you must be prepared for someone to try to take yours... the more you kill, the higher the chances of your inevitable atonement.
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You think I don't know that? I know there's someone out there who can take me out. That's why I was so... grateful to meet Finny. He... He wasn't afraid of me and even subdued me enough with his medicine and dark magic.
If there's someone who can do that, there's someone who can kill me.
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You on your way, then?
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