Compartmentalise
For Sanzo, everything lies within a limit. Every kill is a period – he carries no guilt. Every harsh word has its own space, and after it is spoken it vanishes into the void. Every self-hating, angry, bitter thought has its own little box, and every time he flays himself with his mind it is anew. Each moment is independent of all those that came before. So it is simple, really, not to think about why gold looking at him makes something leap inside, or why, of all things, he chose to hear his voice, and why he haunts Sanzo's dreams.
A/N: my first perfect drabble! Yay me for being concise (for once)!