Playing With Knives- LoZ

scene 61- maybe not

They were sitting around the fire, showing off items. Wild only sat there silently with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He didn't really have anything to share.

Time was sharing his collection of masks. Wild was only half paying attention.

"And this mask."
Time took out a mask and put it on. It looked an awful lot like a Yiga mask, but the Sheikah eye symbol was right-side up and not upside down.

"Hm? Well, then." Time took the mask off, smiling. "That's sweet, Wild."
"Huh? What?"
Time held his hand out.
"Give me your Sheikah slate and I'll show you."
"Um, okay." He unclipped it from his belt and put it in Time's hand. He took it and started looking at it.

Wild nervously played with the blanket. What was Time looking for?
"Ah. Here we go. Ahem.
'Princess Zelda always strived to complete the tasks burdened onto her. Even if it's just a moment sooner, I wish to save her as quickly as possible. I want to see her smile again, with these eyes of my own.'"

He looked up and smiled. He didn't say anything more. Just a smile.
Wild rubbed the back of his neck and looked down.
Wind smiled and pushed him.
"That's silly."
Twilight only looked at him. He did smile, but it was small. Sky had a big smile on his face as he walked over to Time to look at the Sheikah slate.
"That is sweet. I agree. I felt the same way."

Wild looked up at him, putting his hand back on his lap.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that we both wanted to see her again."
"Of course. But why did you say that?"
"Right. You haven't heard my story, have you?"
Wild shook his head.

Sky then told him his story. Once he finished, Wild stood up and left. There was no explanation. He just walked away, letting the blanket fall off of his shoulders.

He walked away because it hit him in the heart. He could relate. The springs. The passing of time. A lot of time. But Sky's was much better. So much better. There was no failure. Not at all. None. Just saving. And good.

That was the case in most of the stories. Except Time's. And that was on purpose. That was supposed to happen.

Why was he so alone in this? So, so alone. There was nobody he could talk to about it. Nobody would understand. Nobody.

Someone would come and try to comfort him. But it wouldn't work. They didn't know what he had gone through.

He was just overreacting, he told himself. Overreacting. It was just someone else's story. He smiled. Just someone else's story. He was overreacting to this. Overreacting to all of this. It wasn't a big deal. Not at all. He was just a crybaby. He was too old for this. He couldn't be doing this. Getting upset at every little thing. He was overreacting. Overreacting. That's all it was. No big deal. No big deal. Crybaby. He was too old for this. It was only someone else's story. He was too old to be doing this. Much too old. He wasn't even counting those 100 years. Why should they be counted? He was asleep. Unconscious. Not thinking. That's what he wanted to do. To not think. Maybe he could get himself back in the Shrine of Ressurection. So he wouldn't be dead, but he wouldn't be thinking. He Shrine of Resurrection. Overreacting. To old for this. Someone else's story. Crybaby. No big deal. Unconcious. Overreacting. Overreacting.

"Wild?"

Overreacting. Crybaby. Too old for this.

"Are you okay?"

Someone else's story. No big deal. Overreacting. Too old for this.

"Wild. Hello?"

Someone else's story. Overreacting.

"C'mon. Wild."

Overreacting.

"C'mon, let's go back."

Overreacting.

"Guys! Something's wrong!"

Overreacting.

"What is it?"

Too old for this.

"Oh. Oh dear."

Someone else's story.

"What's wrong?"

Overreacting.

"What happened?"

Overreacting.

"What's he doing?"

Overreacting.

"What's going on?"

Overreacting.

"We need to get him back."

Someone else's story.

"Wait. Don't move him."

Too much.

"Why?"

Too old for this.

"He might... react."

Overreacting.

"Well, we need to get him back."

Overreacting.

"No, don't-"

OVERREACTING. OVERREACTING. TOO OLD FOR THIS. SOMEONE ELSE'S STORY. TOO MUCH. OVERREACTING. CRYBABY. NO BIG DEAL. NOTHING. OVERREACTING. SOMEONE ELSE'S STORY. OVERREACTING. JUST A STORY. JUST A STORY. JUST A STORY. JUST A STORY.

"Aah! Wild! Don't do that!"

JUST A STORY.

"He won't- stop. Just stop."

JUST A STORY.

"Wild. Listen to me."

JUST A STORY.

"Wild."

JUST A STORY.

"Wild! Listen to me!"

JUST A STORY.

"LISTEN TO ME."

Not overreacting.

"There we go. C'mon, let's go."

Not too old for this.

"Are you okay?"

Just a story.

"Stop. You aren't helping."

Just a story.

"It's okay."

Not just him.
Not just him.
Okay.
This was okay.
Not overreacting.
Not just nothing.
Not a crybaby.
Maybe.
Maybe he was fine.
Maybe he wasn't just overreacting.
Maybe it wasn't just him.
Maybe it was okay.

Maybe he could tell them.