Link saw Clef was using the pen he’d carved for him in Nautilus, and he was touched. Some of the warmth gave way to confusion as he watched Clef write…and write.
When Clef did speak, Link listened, even if he was a bit confused here and there. He’d thought it had been a simple question. It seemed there were a lot of layers to Clef’s reasoning, so many that Link feared he couldn’t understand them all.
“See, I agreed because you were the first person ever to ask in any world I’d been to. You were kind to me. And you didn’t want impossible things from me.”
Link wasn’t as verbose. Even at his most talkative, he couldn’t compete with Clef.
“Until you did. And I tried really hard, but, unlike helping people…you never were happy with the results. You just kept moving the goal post on me, and eventually I decided to stop. But, that’s not really important.”
He chewed his lip, twirling a pen between the fingers of his left hand.
“My hobbies—-I won’t show anyone from your world my favorite pastimes.”
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When Clef did speak, Link listened, even if he was a bit confused here and there. He’d thought it had been a simple question. It seemed there were a lot of layers to Clef’s reasoning, so many that Link feared he couldn’t understand them all.
“See, I agreed because you were the first person ever to ask in any world I’d been to. You were kind to me. And you didn’t want impossible things from me.”
Link wasn’t as verbose. Even at his most talkative, he couldn’t compete with Clef.
“Until you did. And I tried really hard, but, unlike helping people…you never were happy with the results. You just kept moving the goal post on me, and eventually I decided to stop. But, that’s not really important.”
He chewed his lip, twirling a pen between the fingers of his left hand.
“My hobbies—-I won’t show anyone from your world my favorite pastimes.”
Link twirled the pen in the opposite direction.
“I have your back. You just don’t always see it.”