“Aah—!!!” Link gasps when the man grabs the sign from his hands and breaks it across his knee. He bends down to pick up the pieces that fell to the ground, feeling a sort of relief that the goddesses decided to curse the rude man with some well-deserved karma.
He considers grabbing one of his other items for some revenge—nothing serious, probably just the slingshot—but he decides the knee pain was probably revenge enough.
He reaches into his bag and produces a small bottle, inside of which is the soup made by the man in the Faron Woods, Coro. Link hands the Nasty Soup to the other, smiling a fake smile to show that it’s safe. It’s not.
Knee pain slowly subsiding, Reim’s eyes gaze up from his crouching position to lay on a bottle.
“ For me? ”
He accepts it varily, but returns the other’s smile and slowly, slowly removes the lid... only to pour the contents out on the ground. As excepted, out comes a thick substance of unidentifiable yellow-ish liquid. He knews a fake smile when he sees one.
“ Don’t take me for a fool. When you’ve spent years in the company of Xerxes Break you know not to trust anything you’re handed... ”
Oh yes, the hardships he has been through. Were friends really supposed to b the main cause of stress for you? In fact, he rubs his temples in annoyance from merely thinking about the man.
