2. Zenith

When Sanzo used his sutra, Goku never looked away.

It absorbed him, how Sanzo looked: the soft murmuring chant rising to a roar, shrouded in presence, ablaze with fury and inner light, the zenith of his power channelled into that one moment, delicate frame haloed in invisible fire.

And every time, he had to stop himself reaching out, to see if the scorching heat that shivered from his skin would, for a moment at least, leave it cool and soft to his touch; would quench that fire and let Goku feel him, be felt in return. Just for a moment.