[Link is used to it, by now -- enough not to mind it, at least. The arm is hard to miss, and people tend to be curious about it. Even before returning here...Purah had spent no shortage of time examining and reexamining the thing, turning it over as if it were merely a curiosity, and not firmly attached to his body. Now, the hand comes up to rub the back of his neck, partially at the expression on her face.]
I was, [he says, rather than platitudes or reassurances. They're friends, he remembers that. He doesn't much like lying to people he trusts.] I was facing an enemy I couldn't defeat.
[Not at the time, at least. Someday, that will change. He'll retrieve the Master Sword --an eventuality he's not prepared to think about, for the moment-- and face off against the Demon King. He'll save everyone.
For now...
He sets it aside, the hollow feeling in his chest. She's making an attempt at lightness, and he appreciates it more than he can put into words. She's right, of course: people talk. But-- he shrugs, offering a faint tug of smile.] It happens. Let them talk.
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I was, [he says, rather than platitudes or reassurances. They're friends, he remembers that. He doesn't much like lying to people he trusts.] I was facing an enemy I couldn't defeat.
[Not at the time, at least. Someday, that will change. He'll retrieve the Master Sword --an eventuality he's not prepared to think about, for the moment-- and face off against the Demon King. He'll save everyone.
For now...
He sets it aside, the hollow feeling in his chest. She's making an attempt at lightness, and he appreciates it more than he can put into words. She's right, of course: people talk. But-- he shrugs, offering a faint tug of smile.] It happens. Let them talk.