"I guess that should be obvious since you're still in it." He flicked the metal and listened to it ring for a second. "It's real and it feels pretty old." There was no way she hadn't been around for a long time. There were plenty of signs. The way she acted was a clear sign to the length of her time in captivity. Only people who had learned over time clammed up the way she did. And the way she carried herself held less fear and more anger - generally something obtained after years of experience. He could relate to that. As he thought about it, images of himself wandering the woods surrounding Kinzan Temple and down the Yangzi River flashed in his mind. Four years of searching demon-infested forests completely alone. It had been a rough run and it certainly had lasting effects.<br/><br/>"So. I normally wouldn't care, but I don't have much of a choice in this situation. Did you fuck up or are these gods just asshats?" His eyebrows arched upward. He normally had a knack for figuring that stuff out on his own, but he really didn't want this to drag on. He just wanted to get to India before some other holy shithead told him he dawdled too much and revoked yet another of his dwindling rights.