Oh , the Twilight Realm is beautiful , that much is certain. Skill adores it with every fiber of his being && has , at some points , wondered if it would be so bad if the world was covered in twilight. He knows that the Hylians hate the idea , but he’s at a loss as to why —— certainly , twilight can’t be that horrible as to be something to desperately prevent happening ? Well , in any case , Skill isn’t going to try && further the spread of twilight , but he can’t say he really understands the hysteria behind it.
He pulls his ‘ hands ’ away from Manba’s , because even if he doesn’t remember sometimes that the sword isn’t great with touching ( not knowing he’s the exception , in a way ; he knows Manba is his , but won’t ever assume the same if not told outright ) , he does know , from the fact that he used to possess limbs , that being touched with air in the shape of them when you know nothing is really there is probably a little weird.
❝ not impressive , manba - chan ? of course it is ! it’s where you came from , after all , isn’t it ? even if there’s not as many things to do , it’s got to be beautiful. i don’t care if all there is to do is just stand there && stare at things. that’s fine. after all , i got bored a lot in the palace. once you’ve spent as much time as i have in there , there’s not much else to do. so don’t worry about it. ❞
Not that he’s trying to force the sword to find a way into the Sacred Realm. He knows it’s probably impossible , && highly probable he wouldn’t be able to enter it anyway , since it is , of course , a realm made entirely of light && holy energy. He’s pretty sure even being the Mirror of Twilight won’t keep his skin from burning in a place like that.
❝ i think our home is nice , though , don’t you , manba - chan ? i like being here with you , even if it’s mostly just sand && those weird sage guys i can’t understand. uh … ❞ He adopts a look of concern , wide smile faltering. ❝ they don’t say anything bad about me , do they ? like that i’m weird or anything , i guess. ❞
optimism radiates with a light brighter than the cloudless sun, peering down to the desert with harsh rays of heat && scorn -- but, here, it’s nothing of the sort. cheerfulness blind to a reality that the kindest being, who hovers before him without legs nor arms, remains distanced from. a twili brought to a world unlike his own for a task with uncertain endings && possibilities, chin kept high && thoughts from the dark abyss that would swallow them without hesitation. a world that he, as old as he might be, could never fathom its mere existence.
the world has always been, with all its bright splashes of color && sights of beauty, grey. uninteresting, dull, hopeless -- && in turn, so was he. a spirit from a realm renowned for being of sacred standing && magnificent, the sword reflected none of the painted imagines of the land, nor the thoughts for what it stands for.
but ---- he remembers nothing from before him being ‘reborn’ as the duplicate sages sword. perhaps his own thoughts twist && distort what that realm truly is, as mortals who see it as sacred have.
“ that doesn’t mean it’s impressive. “ any believer would disagree with fever, speak of it with outstanding praise, rebuttal with its purpose of protecting the triforce. a cycle persists ; he remembers none, his thoughts contort && darken what all truly is. the realm is not what he despises, in the least, nor the legend. something else, someone else. “ not that it matters -- “ he finally continues on, fully aware skill would only repeat himself.
“ i can’t go back there, even if i wanted to. “ to him, who he is now, this world is far more enjoyable than a place he has no recollection of. it was lonely, for centuries he was left in wait for that which he doesn’t know.
his expression turns from sullen to a false paint of annoyance, hands placed onto his hips as his head shakes. “ if they have, they haven’t said it to me. i think once the existence of a living sword is every day conversation, a spirit of a mirror is counted as normal, how you act or not doesn’t matter. “
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