❝ Everyone has a price placed on them . . . . . . Would you care to learn what yours is? ❞ [ ❤️ and 🔁? ]

❝ Hmm... Spoken like an artist who has seen suffering and come out better for it. ❞ An idle hum comes from the sword-spirit as he adorns his glove once more. ❝ There's beauty in /most/ things, but not /all/, I would argue. ❞

❝ Speak of "the devil" and she appears, I suppose... ❞

❝ I find contentedness in it, that is what I was saying. As of this present moment though? . . . No, I do not. The wretched Goddess Hylia has awoken again and I simply cannot find any joy outside of the usual torturing of sentient species to alleviate such feelings of illness. ❞

❝ All of this from but one batch of nuggets? ❞ To think that there was an art form in chicken nuggets of all things... What a strange world they live in. ❝ You make it sound as though something as likely fatty as this is some sort of culinary masterpiece, something to be regarded with the same >>>

❝ Even the simplest of things can have an art form to it, though making the shapes different? Childish, though I suppose I can see the appeal. ❞ A small nod and stroke of the chin. ❝ I believe fried pork might prove interesting myself. ❞

❝ Joy, she's /still/ here... Might as well get used to it, I suppose. ❞

Ghirahim removed one of his gloves to pick up one of the nuggets before popping it in his mouth, unsauced. It was best to get a taste without additives first, he felt. ❝ Hmm... Quite alright, though I expected it to be a touch more crispy from what I felt. ❞ That was when he swallowed and took >>>

❝ It's not for lack of trying, I can tell you that much. ❞ Ghirahim chuckled dryly, imagining a future for humanity where Demise won rather than falling at the final hurdle. ❝ Regardless, I am truly free from their shackles and make my own decisions these days.~ ❞

❝ True enough, though I am fairly content with what I have been doing. Though it may sound like I'm miserable, I find my contentedness in history. It's not as though I haven't seen most of everything, mind you, but... Their interpretations of the past are unique. ❞

❝ I'm certain they can handle it without interference, let alone yours. It's often the smallest that are most cunning of them all.~ ❞

❝ Yes, because simply accepting what is set before them without a second thought is freedom... ❞ A small sigh escapes the sword-spirit's lips as he shakes his head. ❝ I do agree that they are quite annoying though, no complaints there. ❞

❝ Is there /ever/ any point in the barking of dogs such as they? I'd argue not, but I am open to differing views.~ ❞ Ghirahim feels as though certain topics were brought up or shied away from to slight him specifically, but what else is new?

❝ Can I truly even consider myself surprised at this point? I've literal /eons/ of existence to me, surely a situation like this has played out at least /once/... ❞

❝ Ones piloted by the filth many would dare to consider such drivel as something substantive, I'm afraid. ❞

❝ Always playing the saint, she is... ❞ Ghirahim scoffed, rolling his eyes as he began to idly twirl a throwing dagger just above his fingertip with magic.

❝ It doesn't take a genius to see that. I'm not quite in the mood to describe the entirety of my past, you aren't entirely wrong. Let's just say that I strayed from the path that was set for me after I realized that I had an actual choice.~ ❞

❝ Now just why would they ask questions or think for themselves when they seldom tolerate others doing the same~? ❞

❝ Rare though it is, there are times I question what would have happened had I remained loyal to Goddess Hylia. These thoughts are often quickly dashed by knowing I'd not be free if I were still loyal. ❞

❝ I understand it well, one might even say /too well/. ❞ Ghirahim's brows furrow as his face contorts into a look of disgust brought about by an old pain. ❝ The saying "every dog will have its day" is an understatement when it comes to their tenacity, yes... It doesn't make their subservience >>>

❝ May the skies you once lifted your most devoted towards one day burn red as they did at the peak of Demise's war campaign.~ ❞

❝ The blindly obedient vermin are away at last? Finally, I can exist in /relative/ peace for a moment.~ ❞

Cue the sly smirk. ❝ Yes yes, my very existence is damned, thank you. It doesn't take eating ones carrots to see that much. ❞

|⚔️| A sudden thought just came to me and I must share it now because reasons... Louis Vuitton but you pronounce it "Lewis Vweeton" instead.

❝ Hence why I said "ignoring" first. Oh well, I suppose it's no matter. I'll simply have to get to the /root/ of the matter at some other point.~ ❞

❝ Ignoring my oh-so cleverly crafted pun, Majora? ❞ Cue a long, exaggerated faux-sigh. ❝ Once again, my comedic genius flies over the head of those "above" me... ❞

❝ A deadbeat plant dad? If this stranger to me is as bad as a father to their own spawn as your tone asserts, then perhaps the beets will be dead soon themselves.~ ❞

❝ Is there no agony so /sweet/ as knowing the fact that someone who could bring another into this damnable world could be so neglectful? Aaah, it reminds me of /several/ moments in my existence.~ ❞

❝ Awww, you're no /fun/.~ ❞

❝ Deadbeat parental figures? Finally, a topic I can enjoy~! ❞

❝ Why what? The scent is simply too strong for me to even pretend that I enjoy it and mortals are... Repulsive. At least, the ones I'm familiar with. Their blind of obedience to the divine is what I find most ugly about them. Very few of them tend to think for themselves, only caring about what >>>

On one hand, the positivity was quite literally sickening him. On the other... The wrath of a literal god, the next coming of The Hero, and perhaps even more. Ghirahim hums idly as he traces a finger along the side of his rapier while pondering just what to do.

❝ It's not as though I dislike you, the scent is what irked me a little. ❞ The sword spirit hummed lightly as he looked away, his eyes focusing on something entirely different in the distance. ❝ I suppose my stance on mortal life /is/ far from positive though... ❞

❝ . . .What? Is it not a distinct honor to be ignored by one's own creator when their entire thing is kindness? ❞ It's... Something alright.

❝ Perhaps another time, somewhere more private... The Hero is far from alone with the goddess' arrival. ❞ Ghirahim chortles, savoring the idea of dueling a "worthy opponent" once more. ❝ On the topic of her arrival however, I am honored yet revolted that she's paid no mind to my presence yet. ❞

❝ It would seem that such a method just arrived.~ ❞ Ghirahim, /no/, Link just got here! ❝ Have you been given the gift of foresight or prophesy, Lord Demise~? ❞

❝ You are just as fortunate that I find our interactions intellectually stimulating, Majora. Were it not for that, I fear we'd seldom pass glances at each other.~ ❞

❝ Not everyone can have expertise in battle whilst also having a silver tongue, this is true. Unfortunately, even if I were to take passing verbal jabs at her expense, I'd find myself sick with anger. You and I know well that this wound in my soul is a /deep/ one. ❞

❝ I tend to find /something/ to nitpick in everything, Stranger. Were my senses not so honed, perhaps I would be able to handle such a fragrant aroma. ❞ Ghirahim offers a small chuckle and bow however. ❝ Nevertheless, I am surprised you'd single me out like this. To what do I owe the "pleasure?" ❞

❝ I'd much rather /not/ have to play both sides, Lord Demise... If I am to play the role of tolerant or dare I even say /respectful/, I run far of a less risk of having Majora's wrath rain down upon me. I may be crafty, but they are /the/ trickster god! ❞

❝ I'd not expected the goddess to return to us so hastily. If I /must/ play nice however, I will. . . . I shan't be happy about it, but I /will/! ❞

Seems he's found the source of the scent of flowers. ❝ There's no denying that, and yet I must ask... Do you always adorn yourself with such an overwhelming fragrance? I feel it'd be even enough to knock a fully blooded demon have a sneezing fit. ❞

A scowl is creeping up on Ghirahim's face as he hears an all too familiar voice. ❝ Oh /joyous day/... ❞

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ「My Lord. May flowers bloom wherever you wander. 」 ㅤ ㅤ

❝ I have yet to even say my own "good mornings" to the goddess worshipping dogs and I've already had my nostrils assailed by the overpowering scent of flowers. . . . What a morning it's already shaping up to be. ❞

❝ Hmm... I confess that it smells rather enticing. Could I trouble you for one of these nuggets? ❞ Ghirahim offered a small smile, even bowing lightly with a hand behind his back and one over his chest.

❝ Your sister designed me to be an expert duelist, though she imbued me with the will to think for myself. Whether I dueled using more refined, faster weapons or I /crushed/ my opponent beneath the weight of my larger blades, I had not once lost a duel... Not until I met Demise, that is... ❞ >>>

The scent of the meat danced its way into Ghirahim's nostrils. Though he had no /need/ to eat half of the time, it didn't mean that the smell and taste of food weren't enticing at times. ❝ Long time no see... Just what is it you have there, some sort of meat dish? ❞

❝ Out of all the creatures to have survived into modern day, I am surprised that the Cucco has continued to exist. We never had them during my time. You'd have thought they'd evolve out of their own little niche quite some time ago. ❞

❝ Taken care of my blade form? Not since Demise was initially banished. When I resurrected his form, he didn't have time to tend to me before his duel with "The Hero" as they called him. ❞ That is to say literal millennia. ❝ Ever since I rebelled against Goddess Hylia, he was the only one that >>>