Playing With Knives- LoZ

scene 95- good morning

Wild woke up in his sleeping bag. First time he got an actually good sleep in a bed. Well, a sleeping bag barely counts as a bed. Still.

Why did he find it harder to sleep in a bed in the first place? Well, he knew the answer, but it made much more sense in the context of him trying to defeat the Calamity.

He felt like he had to be alert at all times. He could be attacked at any time. Other people could he attacked at any time. He couldn't get too comfortable.

And he would always have nightmares. Even before he got the last two memories, he would get nightmares about it. He had a general understanding of what happened, but he didn't know the full extent if it. He wasn't as terrified of them. The beeping of the guardians still freaked him out, but not nearly as much.

He still didn't like to sleep in beds. They reminded him too much of the Shrine of Resurrection.

Now that he thought about it, he realized that he barely even slept on his journey. Often times, he'd just keep doing whatever he was doing. The only downside to nighttime was the monsters. And he could fight them off relatively easily.

Wild stood up and walked over to the table, where Twilight and Legend were sitting. He sat down across from the two and said,
"Morning."
"G'morning. You're up early."
He smiled at Twilight.
"Yeah. I actually slept well for once."
"That's good to hear."

Wild looked back at the sleeping bags and saw that Time, Wind, and Sky were still asleep. Warrior had left last night.
"Isn't Time usually one of the first people up?"
Twilight looked past him at Time.
"Yeah. He seemed kind of tired yesterday. That's probably why."

As they talked, Sky woke up. He headed over to the table and said,
"Good morning."
Everyone at the table greeted him, and he sat down.
"So, how well did you all sleep?"
Wild smiled again.
"Much better than usual."
"Well, that's good. What about you, Twilight?"
"Eh. It was okay."
"And you, Legend?"
"I slept well."

Sky smiled.
"So, what's for breakfast?"
"I haven't actually made anything ye-"
Wild interrupted Twilight, saying,
"I sure hope not. You guys can't even cook apples right."
He stood up and walked over to the cooking pot, taking the things that he had collected the previous day with him. He tossed some of it into the pot and waited for it to finish.

Behind him, he heard Twilight quietly say something.
"He's humming that little song again. He hasn't done that in ages."

Wild looked up. He hadn't even realized that he had stopped humming that.
He shrugged and looked back down at the pot, watching the food bounce around. When it finished, he took it out and walked back to the table, smiling.
"Here you go."

Sky looked at it and licked his lips.
"That looks good."
"Thanks."
Twilight looked at Wild with a big smile.
"You seem happy today."
"I... yeah. I am."

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It had been so long since he felt like this.

It wasn't fun.

At least Wild seemed happier.
It was entirely possible that it was just an act.
He might have perfected it.

He himself was once a pro at that.
At faking happiness.

Would he have to do it again?
Was he really going back?
He thought he was done with it.
He thought he was over it.

He had seen so much.
But was it really comparable to what Wild had seen?
Wild had seen so much more death.
So much more sadness.
And he had known some of those people.
Like Mipha.
Someone that loved him.
Someone that he cared about.
Someone that he loved.

But nobody he loved died.
Nobody that loved him died.
Not yet, anyway.
It would be a while.

Wild definitely had it worse.
To feel like he had to kill himself...
He never felt like that.
Sure, he may have thought about it, but it was only on a what if scenario.
It never got serious.
He never made plans.

But Wild did.
Wild did it twice.
And both of those times, he could have prevented it.
If only he had seen the signs earlier.
If only he had thought more about it.
But no, he always told himself, "learn more about him. Maybe you're just thinking too much about it."

Even after Twilight told him about everything that was happening, he just assumed that Twilight could take care of it.
That he was capable.
How stupid of him to just assume something like that.
It was too serious for that.

After the first time it happened, he still thought that Twilight could help Wild.
That it was inevitable.
Wild would have done it either way.
That was probably true, but still.

And Wind.
Wind... wasn't reacting to this too well.
The first time, it was easy to brush off.
Anyway, Wild coming back had fixed it.
But this time...

This time, it seemed as if Wind was actively trying to hide it.
Of course, he could tell, but that didn't make it any better.

It was almost as if Wild's sadness had left him and gone to him and Wind.
But that couldn't happen.
It wasn't possible.
It was possible that Wild was better, but he had gone back to how he was before.
But that would be unlikely.
Anyway, Wind was probably still upset about the fact that he had done it a second time.

There were simple answers.
He didn't need to overthink it.

Oh, who was he kidding?
It was definitely happening again.

Hopefully it wouldn't last long.

And hopefully, it wasn't happening to Wind, too.
He was just a kid.
He didn't need to go through this.
Nobody did.
But it still happened.

It wasn't exactly preventable.
But it was curable.

Well, to an extent.

There was no cure.
But...
It could be fixed.
Somehow.