[There's a finality in her words, a grimness that he's not sure he's ever heard, but...is nonetheless familiar with. Perhaps he even feels a bit the same, at the moment, trying to reflect on what happened. Trying to piece it together in a way that makes sense. In the end, all he can do is nod; as grim as her tone is, she's cut right to the heart of it.
Link has never been the kind of person to see himself as the strongest, or the most skilled, or the best. He's always just done what he could, learned what he could, fought in whatever way he was able to. Perhaps he could be called perseverant, in that way, but the idea that someone might see him as a worthy challenger...well, it's not what he had planned for himself, not really. All he wanted to do was protect the things that are important to him.
... Well. In the end, perhaps he's done that.
There's a slim note of reluctance in his expression as he nods. Yes, the man found a fight. Yes, that was the commotion. And as for her question?... He has to think about it for a moment. The man was frenzied, to be certain, fighting to kill and not to hurt. But out of his mind...?]
I don't think so, [he says finally, his voice soft and thoughtful.] He wanted to be beaten. He wanted me to... [Hm. He trails off; he's sure he doesn't need to finish the sentence.] ...but it seemed very intentional.
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Link has never been the kind of person to see himself as the strongest, or the most skilled, or the best. He's always just done what he could, learned what he could, fought in whatever way he was able to. Perhaps he could be called perseverant, in that way, but the idea that someone might see him as a worthy challenger...well, it's not what he had planned for himself, not really. All he wanted to do was protect the things that are important to him.
... Well. In the end, perhaps he's done that.
There's a slim note of reluctance in his expression as he nods. Yes, the man found a fight. Yes, that was the commotion. And as for her question?... He has to think about it for a moment. The man was frenzied, to be certain, fighting to kill and not to hurt. But out of his mind...?]
I don't think so, [he says finally, his voice soft and thoughtful.] He wanted to be beaten. He wanted me to... [Hm. He trails off; he's sure he doesn't need to finish the sentence.] ...but it seemed very intentional.