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Releasing the grip of her jaws but pressing her claws around the vital arteries in his throat as insurance, the vampire wearily asks, “Do you want me to feel sorry for you after everything you’ve done just because you’re about to die? Not happening.”
“I’m not asking for your pity or mercy.” He responds, “At least not for myself.”
Noticing the implication immediately, she asks, “Then for whom?”
“Heroic Spirits are shadows of the past.” He explains, “Our stories have been written and finished; the living world belongs to the living. My Master and Kiara are holding out as we speak, and of the two, the girl’s the one I’m more worried about.”
“I get that, a little girl on a battlefield like this is going to be in more danger-” She began.
“No, you don’t get it.” Wukong interrupted. Slowly turning his neck enough to see her through the corner of his eye, he continued, “Listen carefully: when I realized you ate that Lancer’s Spirit Core and assimilated part of his Reiki, I was surprised, and kinda impressed.”
“You mean you went berserk.” She rebutted flatly as her face slowly restored its original shape.
“That was because I knew the only way to restore my immortality would be to kill you, but now that’s not in the cards. Back to what I was saying, I broke into a cold sweat when I met Sessyouin Kiara.” He replied.
“What?” She asked, stunned in disbelief that the girl had managed to scare Sun Wukong with her mere presence.
“I could just tell that she has some… hidden quality...” Wukong replied with unease, “with the potential to do a lot of good or a hell of a lot of bad. As she is now, could go either way.”
“Do you expect me to do something about it?” She asked with her eyes narrowing.
“Look, just remember that whatever grudge you have with me dies with me; if you see her or my Master again, try to look out for them.” He replied.
“I’m not making any promises, since I’ve got my own shit to deal with.” She said, but remembered something that had been nagging at her and decided to add, “Although, I’ll agree to put a reasonable effort into helping them out if you answer me this: do you care about what happens to humanity? And if you do, why? You’re a monkey, and monkeys aren’t known to be man’s best friend.”
“That’s it? Yeah, I care about humanity.” He answered after a short pause, “A lot of it comes down to what I learned from them: before I met that monk and went on my journey, I chased after immortality every chance I got. I was a slave to my vanity and desire to extend my life. Humanity showed me how to find that which is beyond life.”
“That which is beyond life?” She repeated, interested but unsure of how to effectively inquire further.
