Cravato
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“What if this were a trick?” Ghirahim asks. “All of it. Every tender word I’ve said to you, all to get your guard down, and you wouldn’t know until it was too late.” Frustrated, Ghirahim says, “You’ve trusted me too much, little hero. You are unarmed. I could kill you right now, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
“Let’s say you did trick me into this, on purpose,” Link says. “If everything really was a trick, it looks like I tricked you right back.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
The hero smiles. “Maybe.”
The air is not as tense as it should be, given their history, given who they are supposed to be to each other. In spite of this, Link’s eyes follow the languid, sweeping lines of the sunset, instead of those of his fated enemy. At this time of day, in the rapidly cooling air and the golden light of the setting sun, he can breathe.