Finishing up a last bite, a gulp is the pause before he replies with a friendly demeanor, “Rather it’s just—I just cannot let good food go to waste.”
“––A sentiment that I do understand, I assure you.”
Something akin to a quick smile flickered across
tanned features, though it was gone as quickly as it
had come. “Honestly, I should eat, but –– food does
not appeal to me at the moment…”
”Are you going to eat that?”
“––Truthfully, I am not certain yet.”
Soft tones were touched with rather
wry laughter as he spoke.
“Why? Would you care for it?”
––He had been sitting there, staring at the same plate
of food for the past ten minutes.
(He wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to eat, but he knew
that he really should.)
“But— But you’re not real! I-I saw you! I know I did!” Confused, the Hylian continued to stutter: “You were there, th-then… You turned into Zelda!” The boy was having a hard time accepting that the person he had dismissed as nothing more than an act of Zelda’s actually happened to be real. The Sheikah had disappeared right in front of his eyes, leaving Zelda in his place. Now how was Link supposed to believe that Sheik was his own person? It didn’t make sense; logic and common-sense said that Sheik was Zelda: Link’s own eyes had seen proof of that.
There came a pause before the Sheikah spoke again,
the blond carefully gathering his thoughts before he spoke.
Sheik wasn’t certain that he should even be talking to the Hero:
He wasn’t supposed to meddle in matters that did not concern
him, and Sheik knew that his part in Link’s life was over. He had
played the role of the guide, and that was supposed to be that ––
after the darkness had passed, Sheik was supposed to stay in
the shadows and be nothing more than a fading memory. However,
it still hurt to hear Link say that Sheik was nothing more than
a disguise, though the Sheikah knew that was how things had
been supposed to play out.
A slow breath was released, Sheik swallowing hard before
he spoke. There was a peculiar pain in his chest, one that
he did not want to acknowledge, but it made thinking rather
difficult, much to his frustration. “That… is what it was meant
to appear as,” Sheik stated quietly. “but I am–– real. I swear
I am real.” Why did it matter to him so much that Link saw him
as a person, he did not know: However, it was there, the
intense need to be r e a l to the Hero.
It was impulse that made Sheik take Link’s hand, pressing the
Hero’s hand against his heart: He did not know why he did it,
but he did. Perhaps it was the foolish hope that such a gesture
would make Link realize that he was real (as if a simple heart beat
–– ba-dump, ba-dump and nothing more –– was enough to prove
that he was his own person).
"Can you even carry that many?"
“Oh, i am fairly certain that I can, do not fear.”
(Honestly, if they had enough willpower, anyone
could do it, he thought. The real question is this:
How far would he get?)
"I don’t think that’s a good idea."
“––Are you sure? I think it is.”
“…I want five.”