"Bugs?" Link repeated, wanting to make sure he had heard the strange robot correctly. It wasn't exactly a strange question, but... well it did feel a bit odd to be asked that of all things.
"I don't really have much of a feelin' on them I guess. I mean, most of 'em just stick to themselves and do their own thing, an' they're just tryin' to survive. Same as anyone else." Sure, some of them could be annoy, and some could appear creepier and more unsettling than others, but they were all just trying to do their best to survive at the end of the day.
After a long moment he shrugged. "That's really all. I don't go out of my way lookin' for 'em, an' they don't bother me."
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After a good two seconds of recovery: "I do not like them, no sir. Put me on a ladder and I will panic. Put me over a bridge and I won't be able to turn my mind from the possibility, however remote, of falling. Put me on a sky island? Oh gods."
But there was more, after about five seconds. "It's... oddly appropriate, then, that, ever since I was a kid, I've had dreams where I could fly. I never flew high enough for my tastes in them, but it's been a recurring theme. I really wish I could. Maybe I wouldn't panic like hell. Or maybe I still would."
What is the most grievous wound you've sustained? How did you recover?
" If we're talking strictly physical wounds, I recall being impaled by Demise's sword. I'm... not really sure how I recovered or WHAT happened, honestly. It seemed as if time rewound to when last I prayed, and the only evidence it ever occurred was the scar upon my flesh. " Link scratches his cheek and laughs weakly, giving the questioner a shrug as if such a situation were common.
Shanz: What's your most recent addition to your bra of holding?
Shanz frowned at the construct. "I guess you bots don't think much of social niceties. That's generally quite the pry. But since you really want to know?"
He reached into his shirt and dug around until he pulled out a green rupee. "I find these all over the place. In the grass, on the ground, wherever. I was warned that because Hyrulean wallets work much the same way as my binder does, so unfortunately, I can't just stuff a wallet in here." He slapped his chest. "Having two extradimensional spaces in the same spot causes bad things. As in, everything in either space gets thrown out of it, and then the two spaces are destroyed."
He replaced the green rupee. "My wallet is actually a decoy, since I stuff most of my actual funds in here."
(So that's a double headcanon here. Let me list this:
– Hyrulean wallets are extradimensional spaces like bags of holding, in just about the same way a binder of holding is. Hence Shanz's comment about collisions.
– Shanz employs a decoy wallet to fake out pickpockets and thieves. What pickpocket would reach into his chest to get his funds, especially since, to the common eye, there don't even appear to be boobs in there?)
Lambda tugged her mouth to the side a bit before answering. "I don't like most of them much, but they make useful elixirs." She put a finger to her chin, thinking. "I've also heard that there are these ones called golden insects, and they sparkle and shine like real gold. I bet those would be worth something."
A pause, then she burst out: "What about a golden firefly? I bet that would be so pretty! A little golden butt-light bug flying around and making little gold trails of light..."
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Hubert: When you eventually retire, where will you go?
"Retire? Hoo. Gotta get there first!" He laughed. "Ah mean. A soldier never knows when they'll die in the line a' duty. Even in peacetime, there's a chance cause there'll always be some monsters around."
He shook his head. "'Nough dodgin' the question, though. Ah expect Ah'll be headed fer the Langlois manor ta take over as head a' house. When Ah enlisted as a soldier, Ah was able ta put off family responsibilities, like copyin' older journals onto new parchment so it'll stand the test a' time. Knowin' our history ain't our only job; we gotta protect the people a' Hyrule. Fightin' by the hero's side was Delphine's job, and we're proud ta carry on 'er legacy. But when Ah ain't fit ta guard the royal family no more? Got noble duties ta tend to.
Hubert: What is your association with the word Lightning?
Hubert chuckled at that, in his usual jovial manner. "Lotsa things. Lightnin'? Mah first thought is Farosh, the dragon spirit. But there's also the magic Ah'm best with," and he held up a flashing spark between his fingers in one hand, "an' Ah think that's the big ones. What also comes ta mind that mah ancestor Delphine was good with lightnin' magic too."
He closed his hand, letting the magic dissipate. "Mah family bein' the guardians of the spring of courage– Farosh's spring– is part a' why Ah like lightnin' magic so much. Delphine bein' good with it is another big one. But also? It sure feels satisfyin' to a bookworm like me when the fruits a' mah studyin' can be used ta zap or fry monsters. And followin' up with mah sword reminds folks that Ah'm not just a bookworm."
He paused a moment, then continued. "Family history time. The Langloises weren't always the guardians o' the Spring of Courage. Once upon a time, that job went to the Liuvigilds. But cause a'.... various reasons," he grimaced, "like infighting in their family and such, that responsibility got shuffled over about the time when Delphine married Reyes Liuvigild. Technically speakin' we're a branch o' their family, but Delphine was able to keep 'er surname cause Reyes was a second-born, not a first... We don't chat much, us an' them. Too much shite happens in their family, an' a lotta nobles think mah family– the Langloises– are lesser. Like we're just scribes. Well, yea, we pay good attention to Delphine's journals, but we're more than historians."
(Answering with the royal guard squad, Age of Calamity/100 years pre-Breath of the Wild verse.)
"Power," Armok answered. "I'm a dragon. I've got some stopping force to me in my true form, and if I were to pick up a claymore in this form, I'd probably hit harder than Bryn or Vair. I'm creative, but mostly for pranks and silly things. I'm no tactician, and I've never needed courage. It's not much good when you're rarely afraid of anything."
Bryn thought a moment. "Power," came the eventual response. "I wield a claymore, so I'd better be strong. But maybe Courage for a number two." She grinned and relaxed her posture, recalling a fond memory. "It certainly took courage to go after my wife the way I did... she was, and still is, such a bombshell beauty, that I might've been a little hesitant about her rejecting me. But when I handed her some Molduga parts, including some guts, she was a bit... lost for words?" She laughed a bit. "Might've been because it was gross and covered in blood."
Erdan blinked at the construct, but answered regardless. "Courage." His eyes drifted down and sideways. "Nearly my entire span of years has been marked by fear for my life. My home village being razed when I was young... and when I realized I wasn't a woman, while that was initially exciting to learn who I truly was, it also meant certain old-fashioned people wanted me gone from their social circles... or just dead. And Bryn touched on this– pursuing love is an entirely different beast from fighting monsters; my challenge was greater because I did not know if my husband would accept me the way I am. I am most fortunate that he did– and still does."
"I don't really know." Gateni put a hand to her chin thoughtfully. "I have all the power that a pyromancer wields. I have displayed certain sorts of courage throughout my life, both in love and in my career, but... I think wisdom may be it. Without that, my fire would be easily misdirected. Without that, many innocents whom I have protected would not have been saved. Yes, wisdom," she reaffirmed, "because power without a steady and righteous hand is far too often misused for evil– and courage without the right mind behind it is simply recklessness that can lead to an early demise."
"Wisdom or courage," Hubert shrugged, casual as ever in his response. "Mah family's been keepers a' lore fer a long time, an' that's wisdom in a way, ain't it? Wisdom o' the ages. Er, but Ah guess courage too since we tend that spring. Me personally, though, Ah guess that's courage, cause it takes courage to be best friends with a dragon growin' up," he chuckled at the thought of Zehka, "even if he is mah family's guardian, the silliest beast you'd ever meet, an' all that. An' really... Ah was a weird kid too. Fer a noble, wantin' ta go out and play with sticks and mud and bugs ain't normal in the slightest. So a' course it was hard ta make friends... but Ah had Zehka, the coolest friend ever, so screw 'em."
Isaac brushed his beard with his fingers for a moment. "I suppose courage? I was afraid when my mother sent me off to become a knight. It was a punishment for all my deeds until then, as a consummate prankster, and not the most benign sort." A shudder ran down his spine. "I was right to be afraid. My instructors were harsh and strict. I needed it, however. Someone had to knock sense into me the hard way, or I would have become the town drunkard, or worse."
"Wisdom." Leonard didn't hesitate. "I am the sword and shield of the law, and the law was forged in the wisdom of many years of experience. Only with faith and confidence in the law and those who adjudicate it– that is, with faith and confidence in my king– can I fight and serve my purpose. Without wisdom and law, society itself would fall apart. I fight to keep that from happening."
(Mun's note: It's courage. Leonard isn't the most reliable narrator. He's not really wise. But he has courage, enough that he wanted to push back against petty thieves and monsters that nipped at the heels of his farming village when he was younger– and it was courage that kept him from running away from his post when it proved challenging.)
"Courage." Thorn's voice was blunt and concise. "I'm not scared of things like bokoblins. I'm scared of the monsters that call themselves people."
(Mun's note: Thorn won't speak further due to backstory issues, so here's me. He's been backstabbed in a highly traumatic way, such that staying in society and continuing to serve his post was a frightening decision to make. But he didn't want to be a deserter like his father– and no, he doesn't realize what good reasons his father had to abruptly leave. Regardless, knowing that people can be just as evil as the beasts that threaten Hyrule, he still chooses to exist among them. Initially it was because he felt like he had no choice. Later on, though, he starts falling for a certain Gerudo...)
Brushing his mustache, Raven thought a bit before he answered. "Courage, most like; it runs in the family. Sometimes loyalty to a sovereign, even one like King Rhoam, can be a frightening prospect. To confide and trust in him, or not? I asked myself this question when my son brought home the legendary blade of evil's bane. But the future hurtles towards us at a steady pace whether we try to flee from it– thus, it is best to face it head-on when possible. Whatever my son's logic, he has not led Hyrule astray yet."
Sandalio quirked an eyebrow. Polishing his halberd and inspecting it for scratches as he was– as he so obsessed over doing– the question felt as a distraction. But it remained in his mind. His answer came after a long silence as he turned over the weapon in his hands, gaze remaining fixed on it. "Wisdom and power have their uses, yes. What use is wisdom if you haven't the courage to face difficulty? What good is power if you fear to use it? Courage, however, does not always call for wisdom or power, and is sometimes more meaningful without them. Digression aside... it's because the lack of wisdom and rampant clawing for power in the family I was to serve made me question my choices and consider a new path in life. Without courage, I wouldn't have stayed the course until King Rhoam offered me this post. The rest is history."
Taunch put a finger to his chin, thinking hard. "I... believe I strike a balance. All three elements have had considerable meaning in my life. As a half-dragon, I possess undeniable power. My parents raised me to think and be gentle– to act with wisdom. And without courage, I would not have felt able to enter Hylian society and win my way to where I am now. I cannot rightly choose an aspect when all three mean so much to me." He shrugged. "Even if forced to choose, I do not think I could."
"My sister," Vair started, "probably would go on about the Bhelthirs being guardians of the spring of power and how the power to accomplish your goals defines us and our entire bloodline. I don't know about that reasoning, but I'd choose power anyways. My king needs his sword to be sharp and his shield not to waver. That's power. Us, the royal guardsmen, are guided by the wisdom of he and the royal family. That's all. Courage? Courage is important; it started me on this path. But as I am now? I an defined by power."
"Like Vair and Hubert, my family's bloodline, and how we are each tied to a spring of the goddess, lends a certain aspect of the triforce's elements to me," Wynne spoke. "Wisdom, without a doubt. Without the capabilities of the mind, wisdom chief among them, we are as animals. It is wisdom that keep people from beasthood. The Mulrennans know this keenly, and each generation is taught to venerate the keepers of that aspect– Nayru, and the wisdom spring's attendant, Naydra."
(Mun's note: Her personal backstory also factors in, though she won't draw attention to it. Her father is an example of what not to do– he's a flighty idiot who romances any suitably comely woman, ignoring the fact that he is married with two legitimate children (and many illegitimate children). Wynne learned from his mistakes, an act which is a form of wisdom.)
