When Sanzo first decided to participate in this mission, he had some questions. Mainly regarding the blond-haired figment of Sanzo's imagination which seemed to be just sitting and smiling there on the dropship with the rest of his assigned group. But, whatever, hallucinations of his trauma made just as much sense as everything else that had been happening to him since he showed up here.

It was fine.

He was fine.

Everything is okay.

It's probably best not to acknowledge it.

Which-- Was pretty hard to do when the figment suddenly started talking to him.

It made it near impossible for him not to stare at it for a good solid second. His eyebrows scrunched, glaring daggers, before deciding to turn towards the exit of the dropship. Growling out his orders in a way that didn't at all sound stressed.

"... Lets' head the fuck out and get this over with!"

Yep. There Sanzo goes. He's leaving the dropship to enter the shipment container colony. His crazy thoughts can't catch him there.