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“Mipha, I’m gay.”
The words fell out of Link’s mouth like bags of sand and he immediately wanted to vomit. He stood there on the landing, facing his best friend in the entire world. He watched her tremble violently, near tears as she bore her heart to him and confessed her feelings for him. He had told himself once that he could be there for Mipha, that he could marry her, love her the way she deserved to be loved. And yet, in the moment of truth, the truth spilled out of him like venom and he didn’t know how the hell he got to this point.
Well...he did. It was because of that dumb fucking bird.
It started with a nudge. And by a nudge, he really meant that Revali almost shoved him off the landing when he all but tossed Link onto Mipha. Then, because he was dramatic, he threatened to throw Link off the landing if the two of them didn’t “confess what had been on their minds.”
Link knew damn well that he was just trying to get Mipha to spill her feelings, but that didn’t mean Link was ready to spill the reasons as to why he was physically unable to return them.
He stood there, feeling his knees start to buckle under him, and Mipha remained silent. When he looked up to meet her gaze, he saw tears flowing freely from her eyes.
“Oh no,” Link blurted loudly, feeling himself start to cry when he lifted his hands to sign, “Oh, Mipha, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry--”
“It’s okay!” Mipha shook her head, trying to rub at her eyes. “It--Link, that’s totally okay! I’m just stress crying at this point, I swear!”
“Ohhhh, Mipha,” Link whined out loud, wanting to throw up. “I--oh fuck--I’m sorry--”
He didn’t realize he was crying until Mipha was pulling him into the warmest, tightest embrace. Almost immediately, he relaxed in her arms. Her hugs were always a safe haven and she held him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and clung to her for dear life. By the time Link buried his face into Mipha’s shoulder, he sucked in a breath and let out a quiet sob.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Link blurted. He wanted to explain everything. He wanted to tell her that he did love her, just not in the way she needed. Not in the way that he deserved. As much as he wanted to stay in the closet and just give her what she wanted, to do so would’ve been a complete and utter betrayal to her heart. And that wasn’t fair.
“Link, it’s okay,” Mipha hiccupped, “Ohhhh, I don’t even know why I’m crying now!”
“M-my fault?” Link asked, his voice a broken mess.
“No, no, it’s not you,” Mipha whimpered. “I’m just...oh, Link, I’m just so embarrassed, I--I swear I’m not upset with you I just...it’s a lot to even tell you how I feel and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship because my feelings for you got the best of me and! Link, I’m sorry!”
“H-hey,” Link stuttered, squeezing her tightly. He only pulled out of the hug so he could rely on his hands to talk to her, but he paused to wipe a few stray tears out of her eyes. “You have every right to be upset. I...I want so badly to love you, Mipha. And I do love you, it's just…”
“It’s not the same for you,” Mipha hummed, rubbing her eyes dry. “Ohhhhh, okay. I--hmm--I’m sorry, this might take a moment.”
“Take all the time you need,” Link signed delicately. He couldn’t help but notice a few nosy Rito and Zora eyes peering down on the two of them curiously. He felt fairly confident that Mipha was soft-spoken enough and Link was mute enough that they couldn’t hear the conversation, but that only meant that a prying eye or two would try to creep closer and listen in soon if they weren’t careful. Taking hold of her hand, he offered, “Let’s get up to a more private spot so we can have a good cry and maybe a drink.”
Mipha spat up a laugh at that, but then said, “Link, I don’t think we can get away with that.”
Link bit back his own laughter at that. It was true, he was only eighteen and freshly enlisted in Hyrule’s military. Mipha wasn’t much older than him, either. But Zora were a little more relaxed on those things and King Dorephan always managed to have a bottle of wine on him. “Your dad would probably let us.”
Mipha snorted a laugh at that, giving him a famously toothy grin that only Link and a few of her close friends got to see, “Oh! Stop that, Link!”
Link giggled at her in response, guiding her up the stairs to where the delegations were all staying. He couldn’t help but fall into step with Mipha, still holding her hand. She squeezed his in return, and honestly he didn’t mind. They had always leaned on each other for support. They always held each other’s hands for support. And Link felt a strange weightlessness overcome him when he realized he could still be affectionate with his best friend and still remain just friends without leading her on.
Unfortunately for Link, that weightlessness quickly washed away when they rounded the corner and a punk ass Rito spun around and blockaded them with his piercing emerald gaze.
“And where are you two going?!” Revali spat. “Have you talked? Is this a thing?”
“Uhhhh,” Mipha drawled, “So Revali--”
“No! No! No!” Revali squawked, trying to spin the two of them back around. “Go back and get this whole to-do off your chests now because I’m not dealing with another moment of you two just... oggling each other! It sickens me!”
“Or you could say,” Link grinned deviously as he signed, “It...ruffles your feathers?”
Revali let out a frustrated squawk and his feathers literally did ruffle as he glared down at Link. Letting out a pathetic little growl, he tried pushing Link down the stairs and shouted, “Just confess already, dammit!”
“Revali! Revali!” Mipha pleaded, getting between them. “Stop this! We talked it out already.”
“You--you did?” Revali blinked in confusion, and Link looked up at those...frustratingly beautiful eyes. “Then why aren’t you two making out?”
“Revali,” Mipha deflated.
“What? I’m just saying everybody knows that you two are the hot commodity here and--MMFF!” Revali was starting to chirp in the midst of his snooty banter and they were drawing more attention. So Link took the liberty to rid himself of his boot and his sock just to shove his sock into Revali’s beak.
“Why don’t you shut your trap for fifteen fucking seconds so we can explain it to you?!” Link snarked aloud. Then he held up his boot and threatened, “In private. Or I’m aiming this at your head.”
“You’d be lucky if you even got within five feet of your target,” Revali rolled his eyes. “But fine, whatever. Come along I guess and you can explain to me why this unspoken nonsense between you two isn’t being acted upon.”
“Ohhhhh, Revali, you can be difficult sometimes,” Mipha hummed, her patience thinning ever so slightly. Link immediately felt a pit form in his stomach as he followed the Rito Warrior to his little nest-like apartment. Did he want to come out to Revali? Fuck no. Did he really have another option to explain why he wasn’t about to tap Mipha’s sweet sweet cloaca? (Ovipositor? Vagina? He didn’t understand Zora anatomy that well and was too afraid to ask?)
Well...Link really didn’t because Revali wasn’t going to accept any sort of straight explanation to this. And. Okay, fine, if Revali turned his beak up to Link for just saying who he was then Link could get over that. Link had watched enough family members - loved ones...his father - spout shit that told Link exactly where they would stand if he came out to them. He had already mentally checked out of several relationships because of that. He could deal with Revali throwing him out the window.
He just couldn’t deal with the way Revali’s eyes widened in shock. Then, in a startled squawk, he blurted, “Why in the hell did you not tell me this?!”
“I--” Link stuttered, then forced himself to wear a sour look on his face and sign, “It was none of your business!”
“None of my business?!” Revali balked, “You’ve been lying to me!”
“I’m fucking gay!” Link screamed, offended. “And my dad’s a fucking asshole! And you’re the loudest mother fucker I’ve ever met! Why the fuck would I tell you!?”
“Because it’s an important development!” Revali’s feathers shed a little as he threw his hands in the air. “What, you think I wouldn’t care to know?”
“Only for gossip!” Link snarled back. Revali shook his head a little, his eyes piercing into Link’s soul with his glare. He...he almost looked hurt by Link’s statement. Sad, even.
“You have some nerve!” Revali snarled. “To assume that I would do such a thing!”
“Well,” Mipha blurted, tilting her head to the side a bit. “You….do tend to run your mouth quite a bit.”
“Princess, I’ll have you know that I hold secrets like a canary holds onto her song!” Revali snapped at Mipha.
“Yeah, only to mock me like a mockingbird,” Link bit under his breath, folding his arms over his chest. He was tired of this argument. He was already drained from breaking Mipha’s heart and dumping his deepest darkest secret to her in the process, he didn’t need Revali to be preening himself on whether or not he could actually make this about him.
He fucking hated Revali. He hated that he even had to associate with this asshole because of his status as a knight. All he did was find the fucking sword by accident, it wasn’t like he could wield it! Glowering at Revali while the bastard ran his mouth, Link hated it even more that he couldn’t ignore the way his feathers danced in the light or the way those deep green eyes kept flitting over to Link with an unreadable expression.
Link sat up with a gasp, his stomach in deeper knots than the day he came out to Mipha. The only thing that kept him from waking from the dream in a full panic was the Zora-sized anxiety blanket laying on top of him.
Specifically, the Sidon-sized anxiety blanket.
It was Sidon. Sidon was the walking anxiety blanket for Link when he slept.
The prince in question stirred a little, letting out a groan as he lifted his head. Another tired hum, and Sidon nuzzled Link’s stomach with his snout then opened his eyes, “What’s….wrong?”
“Ah,” Link grunted, looking around the room. The cool night air danced in through the window of their room at the inn, and if he looked over to the other bed in the room, he could see a tiny blue Zora laying face-down on her pillow.
Nami...sweet, sweet little Nami. Link felt his heart squeeze at the sight of her. He could vividly remember the day he fell in love with her, not too long ago. She had been sick, Sidon had been hopelessly lost and unsure how to care for her. But she still climbed up his arms like a jungle gym to peer down into the soup pot Link was cooking in that evening. In one moment, Link thought he was just helping a friend take care of the little girl he was babysitting. In the next moment, he looked up at two pairs of golden eyes and wagging tails and it was over for him.
Nami wasn’t the only Zora Link fell in love with that night, either.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” Sidon hummed, lifting his head more so that Link could clearly see the sleepy, sparkling gaze of his loving boyfriend. They had only been dating for six months at that point, and six months seemed to fly by so fast. Yet, it felt like they had been together for over a lifetime at this point.
“I...had a dream…” Link admitted, his voice catching in his throat. At the sound of his broken tones, Sidon lifted his head a little more. And just like in his dream, Link felt like someone was piercing into his soul. Except for sharp emerald eyes, it was a set of soft golden ones. Turning to check on Nami where she slept, Sidon sat up further and freed his hands from under Link.
“What was it about?” Sidon signed quietly, his hands dancing beautifully in the moonlight. The first time he signed to Link, a simple “I love you” from across the Domain, Link hadn’t imagined that anything could be as beautiful as the silk of his voice. But then he learned that Sidon’s hands could weave words so effortlessly, he felt like he was watching a pair of ballroom dancers waltz elegantly down the hall.
Link was so incredibly lucky to be loved by such a big, beautiful dork.
“It...it was about the day I came out to Mipha,” Link admitted, feeling his eyes grow wet. He’d had dreams about that night so many times before, ever since he regained the memory. He had recalled two memories in succession when it happened: the first of course when she confessed her feelings and Link had to admit how gay he was to his best friend, the second was the night before the Calamity, when she offered him the Zora armor. Up until now,, Link thought the two memories were one in the same.
“Please,” she said with a trembling voice. “I...I know it’s not my place, but I want you to have it. It will protect you should anything happen to me.”
As the sun set over the Domain, Link couldn’t help but notice how her eyes reflected the horizon. She wasn’t crying this time, but rather, she smiled warmly at him. Link felt his chest swell, unable to contain his own joy. In so many ways, Mipha was and always would be the love of his life. Maybe not in the romantic sense, but the two of them had learned over time that the love of a friend - a platonic soulmate - was just as potent.
“Thanks, Mipha,” Link smiled, placing a hand on the armor, tracing the intricate designs with his fingertips before he signed. “But how about we wait until we come back from the Spring of Wisdom before I wear this. We should...at least explain to your parents what’s going on before your dad tries to throw us an engagement party.”
At that, Mipha sputtered out a sudden boom of laughter. She normally kept her laughter stifled in soft giggles for she felt like her belly laughs were too obnoxious or overbearing. At least, that’s what the elders told her. Those old farts could be damned though, for he thought her laughter was among the most pleasant sounds in the world when she looked up to Link, with sparkling eyes and said, “I think that’s a fair point. Well, shall we get ready to leave?”
“Sure,” Link grinned, leading the princess up the stairs, “But I think Bazz had something to ask you real quick.”
Link shook himself a little as the flashback flooded his memory again. When he glanced back up, he saw the same golden twinkle he loved so much, but now in Sidon’s eyes. Except these eyes were laced with worry.
“Link?” Sidon whispered quietly, brushing hair behind Link’s ears. “Did you remember something else about that night?”
Nodding his head numbly, Link struggled to even sign, “The night I came out to Mipha...I thought it had been the night before the Calamity.”
“That...is what you told me once,” Sidon signed back, nodding his own head. “Was that not correct?”
“We were in the Domain the night before it happened, right?” Link felt his brow furrowing when he asked the question. “Because I remember her showing me the armor.”
“Uhm,” Sidon hummed in thought at that. He had been so young when he lost his sister, so his memory of certain details was about as reliable as Link’s at times. Normally, that hardly mattered. But it did cause...some confusion that they could’ve been otherwise spared of. Like right now. At this very moment. When it dawned on Link that Mipha must’ve known he was gay for a lot longer than they originally thought...and she didn’t think to spill those details to Sidon when she had a very poignant and otherworldly chance to do so half a year before. Finally, Sidon lifted his hands and answered, “I...I remember sitting on my sister’s lap the night before you two left with the other Champions to the Spring of Wisdom. At least that’s where she told me she was going. Would that have been the night you came out to her?”
“I...well, that was the night she gave me the armor,” Link explained. “But in my dream...the night I came out to her, we were in Rito Village.”
There was the faintest flicker of recognition in Sidon’s eyes and he gasped, “Well...wait, my sister only visited Rito Village with Father. Normally, we would only rendezvous with the Rito in Central Hyrule or they would fly to us.”
“Y-yeah, Mipha and I usually traveled around with Zelda and the other champions, but I only remember visiting their homes independently,” Link nodded his head. “Which is why I’m confused.”
“I’ll say,” Sidon grunted in a whisper, caught himself and gazed over to where Nami slept to ensure he hadn’t woken her up, then signed, “If you had come out to her in Rito Village, that would’ve easily been six months before she gave you the armor.”
“Mmmm,” Link hummed nervously. “Try two years.”
“I--what?” Sidon blinked.
“I was eighteen and didn’t have the sword,” Link wanted to disappear under the covers when he said it. “At least...I was in my dream?”
“You--” Sidon balked, shook his head, and sighed, “Huh. Okay.”
“Is that...okay?” Link asked, batting his eyelashes up at Sidon nervously. The entirety of their relationship at this point had been founded on the fact that they were just now coming out of the closet and learning about themselves just as much as they were learning about each other. So...if Link had been out for way longer, if he had a solid grip on his sexuality after all - if he had had a love life before Sidon - would things change? Would they be okay?”
“Link,” Sidon gently cupped Link’s cheek in his hand. “Of course it’s okay. There’s so much you still don’t remember about your past. I know that. I only wish I could help you more.”
Leaning into his boyfriend’s touch, Link felt a sigh of relief bubble out of him. “Trust me, Sidon. Just having you here helps more than you could imagine.”
Sidon’s sweet little smile returned at that. Pulling Link in for a gentle kiss on the forehead, he could feel Sidon purring as the prince hummed, “Then let’s get some sleep. We can piece together these memories in the morning over some coffee.”
“Oh Hylia, I love you,” Link melted into Sidon’s chest at the thought of getting coffee in the morning before climbing the path up to Rito Village. Laying his head back down on the pillow, Link hugged his boyfriend tightly. Sidon, in turn, rumbled with purrs as he settled back into sleep like the Zora anxiety blanket he was. Link could’ve drifted off to a dreamless slumber without a care in the world. In fact, he desperately wanted to. But there was a new, nagging thought in the back of his mind.
Why couldn’t he get the thought of Revali’s piercing eyes out of his head?
Evidently, Link was doomed to remember why Revali’s emerald gaze was so poignant in his mind. He was forcefully plunged into the flashback in broad daylight, holding his daughter in his arms and his loss of balance almost sent both of them tumbling down the stairs.
“Link!” Sidon called to him when he came out of the flashback just as suddenly. Those... fucking eyes still burning into his soul for entirely different reasons now. As he came to, he found Sidon holding him by the shoulders, looking concerned. Zelda stood beside Sidon, her brow knit with worry, and Nami, balanced carefully on his hip, stared up at him with a confused expression.
“I…” Link blinked a couple of times, trying to shake the memory and the pool of warmth now bubbling in his stomach away. Then that flood of arousal boiled into a sudden, white hot fury as he shot a glare to the only person between the four of them who could actually answer his question: “I fucked Revali!?”
“Oh--” Zelda mouthed, then she processed the question that was still echoing through a village of now frozen Rito, and her face paled as she hissed, “For heaven’s sake, Link, keep your voice down!”
“NO!” Link shrieked, straightening himself and adjusting a now very confused Minami in his arms. “You knew didn’t you! When the fuck did I fuck Revali!?”
“LINK!” Zelda covered her face, now turning bright red. “Do you have to have this discussion now?”
“Well, I’m sorry I can’t control when I get clobbered upside the head with a sexually frustrating flashback!”
“Okay, well maybe be a little more delicate when you’re blurting this shit in front of your boyfriend and your daughter!” Zelda screamed back. At that, Link paused, feeling his face turn a brighter shade of red than it already was. He met Sidon’s gaze, and his boyfriend had a blank, wide-eyed expression on his face.
“S-Sidon?” Link felt his voice leave him in that moment. Oh no.
Oh no.
Link didn’t deserve a man like Sidon, for this patient, loving man was righting himself and blinking fervently as if he was trying to hide a very sudden and very intense anxiety spike. Keeping his voice even, he finally said, “Well...we both knew something like this was bound to come up.”
“B-but--” Link was forcing himself to say the words because he didn’t want to put Nami down. Holy fuck, he fucked Revali. He--no! Why was this happening? Why was this coming to him when he was just now getting used to having a family without fear of being deserted?
“But what?” Sidon shrugged simply, as if he were trying to outlogic the emotions burning behind his eyes. “Link, you had an entire life before the Calamity - twenty years worth! - it’s not surprising that you had some kind of relationship before me.”
“Yeah but,” Link was really starting to panic. He could not, for the life of him, get the image of Revali out of his mind! “Sidon, I fucked a bird!”
“Link, I’m a shark,” Sidon huffed plainly. “Your past relations don’t change how you feel about me now, do they?”
“N-no?”
“Then we’re okay,” Sidon managed a smile, in spite of it all. “It’s okay, Love.”
“But….” Link dared to look down at Nami who admittedly shouldn’t have been allowed to overhear this conversation because while she was mostly silent, he could see the gears turning. She was processing something intently, and he didn’t think it was anything good. “What if there’s more to this? What if I…?”
Link glanced up at Zelda who was avoiding eye contact. Oh no, there was more to the story.
“Zelda,” Link begged. “Please.”
“It’s not good for your health to have memories forced onto you,” Zelda coughed.
“It’s not--the fuck do you think just happened to me!?” Link snarled.
“Okay, okay, calm down,” Sidon held his hands up. “Let’s just table the rest of this conversation for when we have a private moment .”
“But Sidon--”
“Link,” Sidon met Link’s panicked gaze with such love , and Link felt his anxiety start to calm down. “If there was more to your relationship, we’ll work through it. But as it stands now, how do you actually feel about Revali?”
At that, Link felt his nose scrunch as a visceral, subconscious reaction flooded out of him: “Revali’s a little fucking bitch who can suck my dick!”
“Link!” Zelda hissed, and Link realized too late that his voice was echoing again. But also, the thought of feeling anything for Revali only made him irrationally angry. And he didn’t know why.
Fuck Revali.
“What?!” he snapped. “He can!”
“And apparently he did,” Sidon smacked his hand to his face. “So let’s...let’s just get going, okay?”
“Wait, I have a question,” Nami blurted suddenly, breaking her peculiar silence. Suddenly the three adults froze, a mutual worry settling on all of them. Sidon was quick to bend forward and put on a reassuring smile.
“Sweetheart, I promise things are fine between me and Papa,” Sidon smiled warmly. “Papa just has some memories to work through, and we’ll help him, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, I got all that,” Nami wiggled indignantly in Link’s arms. Then her tail started wagging. “But who’s Revali?”
“Revali’s--” Link started, but several residual flashes struck his vision for a moment. Feeling his ears droop, Link couldn’t quite explain why his anger melted into sadness. “He was the Rito Champion a hundred years ago, Nami.”
Nami blinked several times, and Link saw the exact moment the lightbulb went off: “Does this mean I have three dads?”
Link almost dropped his daughter in shock.
What?
What?!
“What?” Link reared.
“Well, if you’re dating Dad,” Nami pointed at him, “And you’re my second Dad, but then you dated somebody else! I have three dads, right?”
“Minami,” Sidon sucked in an annoyed gasp, then grimaced and went on a separate thread to try and get her off this tangent, “Honey, you already have three dads.”
“No I don’t!” Nami spun back around to face him. “Or I thought I didn’t!”
“Nami, you have a biological father,” Sidon smacked his hand to his face, “Who loved you very very much. You’ve had three dads.”
“Yeah, but he’s dead!”
“So is Revali!”
The gasp that left Nami’s mouth and continued to increase in pitch for a full five seconds filled Link with an unholy dread he never knew before: “DOES THAT MEAN I HAVE FOUR DADS!?”
“NAMI!”
“It’s an honest question!” Naim’s tail was wagging a mile a minute. “Dad! Do you understand what this means?! I can assemble an entire army of dads! Like a--like a syndicate of dads!”
“A syndicate--” Sidon balked, “That’s a very good word but where did you learn that word!?”
“Mmmmmmuzu,” Nami was rocking excitedly in Link’s arms by this point. “So? Do I have four dads or what?”
“Honey, for all intents and purposes, please just stick to two,” Sidon begged.
“But you just said I’ve always had three!”
“I know what I said!” Sidon’s voice increased in both pitch and volume as he lost control of the situation. “And--yes, okay, yes , you’re correct but there is no army of dads.”
“Well, not yet,” Nami pouted, leaning back into Link’s chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her tail was still wagging, though the cadence slowed into something more contemplative. That couldn’t be good. “I’ll get four dads one way or another.”
While Link continued having an internal meltdown and Sidon tried and failed to get her off this train of thought, Zelda burst out into a fit of laughter, “My word, Nami! You’re such a glutton!”
“Well, all I’m sayiiiing, is one dad is great! Two dads has been even better,” Nami hummed, sounding like she was some kind of fucking Dad Investor, “I have yet to find the threshold where lots of dads stops being fun! I have theories to test, Aunt Zellie!”
Zelda kept laughing, offering to take Nami into her arms so Link could have his rage quit properly - wrapped in blankets and away from the public - and said, “You’re sounding like quite the little scientist, you know that?”
“Science is my favorite subject!” Nami cheered, shooting her hands in the air. “I love experiments!”
“Uh-huh,” Sidon placed his hands on his hips, riding the amusement of the moment. “Is that why you keep sneaking tadpoles into your room?”
“It’s getting cold outside, Daddy!” Nami protested. “They’re fine! I promise!”
Sidon hummed in disbelief at that, but the conversation thankfully turned away from Link’s current predicament. He held it together for a little while longer, following his family to the spot where they wanted to have lunch. Still, Link couldn’t help but cling to Sidon’s hand for support. And just...reassurance that things would be okay.
“I’m sorry,” Link finally blurted, feeling tears welling in his eyes. “I--I didn’t know--”
“Link, I love you,” Sidon said gently, wrestling his hand out of Link’s only so he could wrap his arm around the Hylian’s shoulders. “This doesn’t change anything from my end.”
“It doesn’t?” Link asked anxiously. “But...what about me?”
At that, Sidon frowned and those precious golden eyes got a little heavy, “I’m more worried about whatever it is you have yet to grieve for.”
Link glanced down, feeling so... uncertain of what he was feeling now. Why was he so angry? Why was he so...why was he so sad?
Why did he want to punch Revali so hard in the beak?
“I’m not going anywhere, Link,” Sidon reminded him. “Whatever you need from me, I’m here, okay?”
“I just don’t know what I need right now,” Link whined. “Why did I fuck Revali?”
Sidon shrugged, his lips pursing when he guessed, “You like drumsticks?”
“Sidon--”
“Whaaaaat? You kept calling my dicks fishsticks for like a week after we first had sex,” Sidon stated dryly. “Well, at least consciously.”
“Sidon!”
“Now my question is how evolution has changed things over the years between the Rito--”
“SIDON!” Link covered his face, humiliated when he realized the smug expression on Sidon’s face meant he knew exactly what he was doing. “You’re sounding like your father.”
“I’m not saying I’m proud to be pulling a Dorephan,” Sidon snickered. “But I will say that his tactics are rather effective in pulling you out of your head.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
“I love you too!” Sidon chirped. “And if Revali was as much of a masochist as you say he was, it’s no wonder your hateful proclamations wooed him.”
“SIDON!”
“I’m trying to make you feel better!”