...Ah. Of course. [Sheepish. That's what you get for assuming that religious folk are simple, Dev, especially in a place like this. It's not an uncommon prejudice where he comes from, though.

Devero looks down curiously at what, to him, just looks like a rolled up piece of paper. He raises a hand, like he might reach out to it, then decides against it and puts it down on the bench again.]

Is that the thing you said you protect? The... [How had Sanzo phrased it?] --'one-fifth of that which was used to create existence'?