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Well, he fucked up, and he’s well aware that he would be dead if they hadn’t magic or potions. Warriors hadn’t even bothered giving him an earful this time, although Wild catches him glancing his way from his place next to Time.
“Wild,” Hyrule says, dead serious, grabbing his attention, and Wild looks up, and wishes he hadn’t. He reaches to wipe the tears from those piercing brown eyes.
“Rulie,” he echoes, an invitation, an offering to hear him out.
“You need to consider that nobody ever understood me before you, and I don’t think I can live without you.”