wukong could feel his hands trembling. He held Xiaos tiny body close to his chest, a sharp pang somewhere in his heart each time you shifted or made a sound of curiosity. He looked down at their bright eyes, so innocently trusting of a man ordered to kill him. This was an impossible task, he thought. One no-one should ever have to do. And he knew that he couldn't. How could he hurt him, when they were innocent? they hadn't had the chance to live yet. He couldn't kill him. He wouldn't. So he pulled himself to his feet again, hiding them in your bundle of blankets and holding them so it wasn't painfully obvious he was carrying a baby in the middle of a battlefield. And he made his way out of the cave, Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard Macaques disapproving voice, but he ignored them. Somehow.. gods only knew... he managed to make it to his cabin without anybody asking what he was holding. He sat down, letting out a long, exhausted sigh as he untangled them from the blankets...