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one [accidental voice]

[At first, all that can be heard is indistinguishable muttering. It seems strangely distant. The words become increasingly clear as their source becomes apparently nearer to the journal. They sound as though they are being squeezed through tightly clenched teeth. It is a voice that may be chillingly familiar to some residents...]

It's not fair. It's not fair. [This is repeated a few times, stringing closer and closer together each repetition.]

Martel... I abandon- [He can't bring himself to say it. It's too disgusting. A moment of only heavy breathing. The anger is practically palpable, and...there is the strain of something else too. Despair?] I didn't want to... I didn't choose to!

Martel. Martel...

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I didn't know, that's why I asked! [A brief pause - he doesn't sound too frustrated, at least.] Are you new here?

I'm not going to waste my time trying to make arrogant dogs understand. [It's too bad this isn't video - Link's pointy ears might make Mithos not automatically dislike/distrust him.]

Why do you need to know?

Well - if you are, I can show you where you can get your things back, and other clothes, and food, and stuff, and where you can find somewhere to stay. [Awkwardly, he hesitates.] You're in a place called Luceti, and you can't leave, but it's okay because when you get returned, it's right back to where you were taken from.

I don't need your help.

I was just trying to be nice. [Sulk sulk sulk.]

An empty gesture.

[Well... hmph.]

You're not very nice, you know!

[A short, bitter laugh. Oh, you're funny, Link.] Why should I be "nice"? Why should I show kindness to a world, any world, all worlds, that do nothing but bear down on those who are different? That crush them under the weight of hatred and prejudice? That grind them into nothing?

[Silence for a moment, then a sigh.] But Luceti's not like that! I was different when I was back home, but here, everyone's different, so I feel normal.

[.....Oh? You've stopped him right in his proverbial tracks. There is a long pause.]

...You know what it's like to be different? [He sounds hesitant, as if still deciding whether or not to ask while already asking.]

[Another pause, then a nod before he realises he can't see that.] Yeah. I was raised as a Kokiri... but I'm not actually a Kokiri, I'm a Hylian. But I can't stay with the Hylians because they think I'm weird because I wasn't raised by them.

[He exhales.] I can't stay with the Kokiri any more, and I don't fit in with the Hylians. I'm just in the middle... that's why it's nice here. No one cares about all that.

[Kokiri, Hylian...the words are foreign but Mithos understands anyway. You can practically feel all of his previous tension deflating from him. His voice is softer, betraying a hint of sadness.]

Caught in between, wanted by neither side... Just like half-elves.

[So they have something in common, then. He sort of wishes they didn't - it isn't nice, being stuck in the middle.]

Is that what you are? Some people here called me an elf, because of my ears...

Elves and humans...it's their fault we half-elves exist, yet they blame us for our cursed blood. They blame us for being different. As if we chose this ourselves... [Wavering between sorrow and anger, but growing distinctly angry toward the end.]

[Link doesn't answer immediately - their situations are similar, but they're still different.] The people here aren't like that, though... I have lots of friends here, and they don't care about things like that. There's all sorts of people here, from lots of different worlds, and they're nearly all really nice.

[He finds it impossible to believe that people can be so accepting. It's the same annoying naivety Lloyd was spewing.]

I can't believe that... People will always fear differences. They will always hate, and their hearts will never change.

Not everyone, though - I mean, there's some not-nice people here, but there's not-nice people everywhere. And a lot of the people here really do accept everyone. It's kinda hard to keep hating everyone around you.

[He doesn't respond, still entirely unconvinced. In his experience, most everyone is a "not-nice" person. Every last one of them is disgusting. He is struggling with the fact that someone who seems to understand what he has gone through, someone who has gone through the same thing, cannot understand how unredeemable people are.]

...I thought you understood what it is like.

I do. But Luceti's really different to Hyrule! Most people here accept people for who they are - I bet in a village this big, there's even other half-elves.

It is...naive to trust people.

[A part of Mithos is disappointed. Briefly - deep, deep down - he thought this was someone like him. Of course it was foolish to think so. Without another word, he closes the journal.]

But you have to trust people eventually! It's not good to think everyone's an enemy!

[When he doesn't get a reply, Link just sighs, then closes his journal too.]

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