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He still dreams, sometimes.
In his dreams, Hakkai’s Hakkai again, as gorgeous and frustrating as ever. Sometimes he’s limitered, and sometimes he’s not, but his smile always has a feral cast, without the slightest hint of shame.
He’s beautiful.
Sanzo’s there too, sometimes, just at the corners, a flash of purple and white and gold, the ghostly sting of a fan-strike, or the stink of his Reds. Goku is everywhere, loud and warm, and sometimes he’s Jien, and sometimes he’s Doku, but he’s always so tall. So safe.
He still dreams, sometimes, but he’s getting better at not remembering them.