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“What was the worst thing you guys have ever done?”
Everyone looked at each other in discomfort, some wincing outwardly, others flinching at the sudden question. It was invasive, and Warriors frowned.
He knows what the worst thing he did was, and it bugged him everyday, despite the reassurances that his friends and husband gave him that it was okay and that he didn’t need to feel guilty anymore .
“War makes you do drastic things.” He didn’t bother to elaborate on his answer for Hyrule, who only nodded quietly, and didn’t bother pressing the matter on Warriors, before he quickly decided to change the topic to something that wasn’t too much of a sensitive topic, something about the dumbest or ugliest enemy they’ve seen.
Warriors didn’t partake in the conversation, too busy looking into the fire, his elbow rested on his knee, eyes narrowed slightly as he toyed with his dark blue scarf, memories of a pale hand bunching it up flashing through his head.
There was a lot of wrong that he did during the war, things that he regretted, things that haunted his consciousness constantly, things that made him feel like Linkle should’ve been the one leading them. He felt as if the Goddess had chosen him wrongly, that there were other knights that were more deserving of the hero’s spirit, of the courage that he felt he didn’t have.
The Captain knew that war changes people, and he knew that he had to do things to tilt the chances of winning in their favor, but with the war over, the guilt was more than welcomed to come back full force.
Especially when the source of his guilt lived with him.
Being taken out of his world and thrown with others who possessed the hero’s spirit wasn’t exactly welcomed at first. All the other hero’s seemed so much more deserving to wield the Master Sword, to wield Fi, and they seemed like someone that was worthy of holding the triforce of courage. Warriors knew Her Grace has chosen all of them wisely.
All of the heroes were brave and some of them more than others bared the scars to prove it.
Warriors couldn’t say the same.
He knew that while he had participated in the war in the beginning, there was a point in time where it wasn’t about the war anymore and it was about gathering information from the enemy.
The Captain sighed loudly, pushing his blonde locks back as he ignored the confused glance from Legend.
War was hell.
And yet, he had met someone so perfect and worthwhile through that war.
He knew all of the other heroes knew of his… previous engagements with fellow Hylians, how he had never settled down. How some of the men and women glared, huffed, or made heart eyes at him the one time they had even fallen into Warriors Hyrule.
Warriors knew that, while the others had respected him, some saw him as someone who was way over his head and someone who just spent a little too much time with strangers that he met at the bar after too many drinks.
The blonde wasn’t ashamed of that fact, really. He knew he was attractive and he knew he had a past of sleeping around. But he wasn’t really comfortable telling the others that he was currently married to a demon lord who had tried, on a couple occasions, to take over the world, before he turned over a new leaf once he got his freedom.
Yeah, there was no way he would even be able to explain it easily before the others attacked him.
Especially Time, Wind, and Sky.
Warriors knew that Time and Wind looked familiar, and it wasn’t until Time pulled out his keaton mask did he truly realize who he was- although he did suspect it when he witness the old man wielding the biggoron sword. The Captain recognized Wind immediately, though. It was hard not to remember the blue and orange outfit. The two had easily become close friends, since they didn’t have the opportunity to during the war.
And Sky… Warriors only knew of Sky because of the tales that Ghirahim had told him, on a cold, winter night by the fire. Ghirahim had told him of the first hero chosen by Her Grace, told him of the carefully crafted sailcloth he carried with him, and the majestic blade he carried, which held the sword spirit, Fi, who was equally if not more so majestic than the sword she possessed. Of the trials the hero had endured, how the hero was only a teenager born in the clouds, force to leave for the surface he had only believed to be a myth because of the act of villainy that Ghirahim had committed for his then master, Demise, a creature of pure evil.
Warriors knew Fi. He fought next to her, remembered vividly how she first reacted to them meeting. He knew how well the sword spirit could fight, but he also knew about how Ghirahim had told him that she was soon put to an eternal rest after the fall of Demise. His husband was surprisingly open and very much willing to tell him everything that had occurred, but then again, that had been hundred of years ago.
But when Warriors saw Sky, had seen the sailcloth, had heard him murmur the name Fi in his sleep and how he had talked about how magnificent his homeland, Skyloft, was before he migrated to the surface. Well.
Warriors just knew that he couldn’t introduce them to his husband.
Not yet, at least.
He still had some thinking and reflecting to do on his own, afterall. He wasn’t without sin, nor was anyone else. But he still couldn’t bear to tell anyone else about the story of how Warriors and Ghirahim, a captain and general working against each other from different armies of the same war, ended up together.
He wasn’t ready to tell the others how he had manipulated the demon lord at first, and how that carpet of deception fell from beneath his feet quickly. How he was succumbed to the web of lies he created for himself, how he ruined a relationship he never planned or wanted to be in in the first place.
Warriors sighed internally.
He missed home. The Captain wanted to go back home to his husband, to cuddle him and to get told that everything was okay, that he couldn’t do anything in war besides what he was commanded to do. He wanted to hear the demon lord tell him that he understood, that he had to do similar things because Ganondorf had his sword and was his master.
Warriors just wanted to go back to his Hyrule.
Even if it meant the guilt that came with everything he did.