Suddenly, a gentle laugh wafted through the room. "No, no. I wasn't going to ask something so futile. I was going to say: Was I fair?"

"Clarify."

"Sanzo..."

"Fine."

Sanzo already knew what he was talking about. The way Hakkai had defeated Shien...his gentle voice whipping out taunt after taunt until the god's concentration was broken, a whip snapping from too much pull. Hakkai was never one for psychological warfare...exploiting on the weakness of the enemy's mind because he knew his own mind was still in shambles.

Dishonorable, to say the least. But not something Sanzo wouldn't do.

"Take out anybody in our way, Hakkai. Shien's no different from the rest."

But somehow he was. They all were. Homura, Shien, and Zenon.

"But what they wanted wasn't necessarily bad, was it? A better heaven..."

"What the hell was wrong with the first one?" Sanzo spat out.

"That is something I would like to know..."

"Well you don't know and I don't know, so stop pushing it."

Their adventures with Homura were a touchy subject for the priest. Enemies who were enemies, but not really. Otherwise, why would Goku have mourned Homura's death? Why was Sanzo content in letting Homura have the death he wanted? Their demeanor...their passion for this new heaven...and they made it feel so justified.