"Ten-chan, this was in the pocket."

"Oh? Give it here."

Tenpou unfolded the rumpled piece of paper- something that Hakkai had ripped from one of his books. Poetry?

It said:

Saeva Indignatio and the labourer's hire,

The strength that gives our blood and state magnanimity of

its own desire;

Everything that is not God consumed with intellectual fire.

****

When upon waking, Hakkai saw the fire, he thought nothing, except: 'Perhaps I should leave before the roof collapses.' But there was no roof. There were no walls. There was rain.

His second thought, this time voiced: "Hell's a lot more simple that I'd have expected."

"Well excuse me for giving you a simple life." a voice said behind him where he lay.

Hakkai smiled, then turned to face the half-breed. "Gojyo." Nagging husband.

"Hakkai."

The green tent stretched over them, the fire revealing five slumbering shadows. In the corner, Goku snored softly with an occasional mumbling about food. "Gyoza...yes...oh... and can I have mu shi also...ow...not enough food...Sanzo." To the other side, Sanzo was...Hakkai noted with amusement...pretending to sleep.

"So you found your way."

"Don't I always?"

"We won't be leaving till tomorrow."