Babel, babble
By vez
They more than anyone else knew the dangers of angering the Gods. They who were once celestial but dared to rebel. Now stripped of status and then thrown into the reincarnation cycle like an afterthought. There was mercy and there was penance but Gods had good, long memories and entirely too much time on their hands. What better entertainment than to see their own suffer in mortal toil?
Once upon a time the Gods scattered and confused the language of Man for the mortals dared to use the one language to build a tower to reach the heavens. The time where they used to speak and communicate as one was destroyed as they went to different parts of the world.
When he was still a Marshall of the Western Army, his last thought was to wonder what he would lose when he became human.
Now that he is a human-turned-demon pretending to be human, he is only beginning to understand the loss.
They are lucky to be speaking the same language but what are words anyway? Words only describe a fraction of emotions. Gestures and body language takes care of the rest.
Hakkai won't say it and can only show it.
And Sanzo sees it but can't (or won't) understand it.
They were once beyond language but now it seems that they will forever be bounded by it. Love only goes so far.
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