DISCOVER INSIDE ➵ joining

[arcy]

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Link remembers hearing a lot about him giving up his life for Hyrule. He doesn't remember it, of course -- but he knows it happened. Link still isn't quite sure how to feel about it. Maybe he doesn't. His feelings about his past, where there weren't any memories, were clinical at best, for however much he regretted the gap of them.
Link regards Jerseyboy with a strange sort of flatness, though his head is still tilted. A lot of things about people or civilization don't occur to him -- the fact that the small tuxedo is being rude is one of these things. He wouldn't even be bothered, except for the other's mention of talking. Link understood that talking was important to people -- the people where he came from weren't usually bothered, but he could tell that they sometimes got frustrated by his unwillingness to talk. Link shakes his head to Jerseyboy's 'question', but contradicts himself moments later. ".. Link," He says, voice hoarse from disuse. Trying to talk is like .. he's not sure. It's hard. He doesn't like it, and it always makes him feel .. unsafe, uncomfortable. So, if he can help it, he doesn't. Charades are fine, though difficult -- it's just a shame that animals couldn't use sign language effectively, honestly.

"we will not be torn" —-- link / ascendants / roleplayer