[In truth, many of Link's reactions and expressions are doctored, and have been for a very long time. Perhaps less so, since losing his memories...but as he regains scraps of his own history, so, too, does he regain remnants of those old habits. They become more natural, and so, he has to remind himself more frequently to let go of them.
At least -- that's often the case. But when it comes to pain and wounds, he's fine with his tendency to seamlessly slip back into that habit.
He keeps his eyes on her hands as she works, thoughtful in his quietness, but not strained from trying to speak. In truth, he doesn't entirely know what to say. He thinks on her words, of course, on her sentiment of importance and connection...and he's a little bit surprised to find that the thought does make him feel a little better. Loss can be a difficult thing; when you experience enough of it, do you become numb to it? Has he? And if not, would it be better if he was? For a long time, he's been wrapped up in trying to act on all the ways he regretted going wrong with his relationship to the Champions. He never stopped to think that maybe his memories of them --thin as they may be in places-- could just be...enough.]
I knew her longer than any of the other Champions. Or even Princess Zelda.
[The words slip out before he registers that there's no context for them. He rarely speaks of them even now, to anyone other than the princess. Maybe a little bit of vague, offhanded talk with Beat or Sora, but...that's been it. Maybe he should try that more.
Her next question catches him by surprise, enough so that the surprise is quite evident on his face. When she clarifies, the expression abates a bit. Caught unaware by a sudden sting of antiseptic, he flinches a bit.]
... I went to investigate the explosion outside of town. When I got there, a man attacked me. It was as if...he was looking for a fight.
[There's a certain gravity to the quiet that follows. Even to the thoughtful neutrality of the expression he puts on.]
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At least -- that's often the case. But when it comes to pain and wounds, he's fine with his tendency to seamlessly slip back into that habit.
He keeps his eyes on her hands as she works, thoughtful in his quietness, but not strained from trying to speak. In truth, he doesn't entirely know what to say. He thinks on her words, of course, on her sentiment of importance and connection...and he's a little bit surprised to find that the thought does make him feel a little better. Loss can be a difficult thing; when you experience enough of it, do you become numb to it? Has he? And if not, would it be better if he was? For a long time, he's been wrapped up in trying to act on all the ways he regretted going wrong with his relationship to the Champions. He never stopped to think that maybe his memories of them --thin as they may be in places-- could just be...enough.]
I knew her longer than any of the other Champions. Or even Princess Zelda.
[The words slip out before he registers that there's no context for them. He rarely speaks of them even now, to anyone other than the princess. Maybe a little bit of vague, offhanded talk with Beat or Sora, but...that's been it. Maybe he should try that more.
Her next question catches him by surprise, enough so that the surprise is quite evident on his face. When she clarifies, the expression abates a bit. Caught unaware by a sudden sting of antiseptic, he flinches a bit.]
... I went to investigate the explosion outside of town. When I got there, a man attacked me. It was as if...he was looking for a fight.
[There's a certain gravity to the quiet that follows. Even to the thoughtful neutrality of the expression he puts on.]