His wrists were bound behind his back, neck secured with a leather collar. Mounted to the collar was a leash tied to a fence, said fence belonging to the perimeter of the auctioning area. He was fourth in line, ready to meet his fate. Young boys like him were in high interests for manual labor, not to mention other forms of slavery.
A large figure passed him by, slapping him across the face. What he said was something that even Link couldn’t decipher, but whatever it was… it made the hero cringe.
His gaze met Twilight’s, and he gave the other boy a weak smile.
“…Twilight."
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❝Why would I make you keep wearing it?❞ He shrugged. ❝I bought you so I could spare you from being sold to someone else, so I am gonna be letting you go once you’ve eaten, rested, and maybe washed off.❞
He thought for a moment about the next question. Sure, it was possible he could find another use for it. Right? He nodded.
❝Sure, I guess you’re right about that. We’ll go ahead and keep it, why not? It does seem like it’d be wasting it to throw it away, I guess.❞
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Letting him go? Link didn’t have a home to go back to. If he even attempted to, he would’ve been taken and put right back in the slave auction once more. He knew. He could tell.
❝ I just thought you would, since you got me and everything. That’s how it works, right? I mean… I’ve never really been in this position before, but… hrm. ❞ He paused, scratching his cheek. ❝ Also… I don’t have anywhere else to go. If I tried to go back home… I don’t know what’d they do. I have my own home, of course… but it’s been taken, I’m sure. ❞
The blond sighed. ❝ I’m just asking if I could stay with you. ❞
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