Link's no stranger to hunger. In those early days on the Great Plateau, he hadn't yet remembered how to hunt. How to forage. What foods were good to eat, and what weren't. He'd had to relearn that, so there were definitely a few times where he'd ended up hungry.
But there was something truly terrible about that hunger being inflicted on someone else. Not just the result of poor circumstances by change, but of deliberate neglect.
He makes a soft noise of agreement, as he raises his own cup in response to Senshi's toast. Then falls silent for a moment.
Zelda would know what to say. How to use her words to emphasise with Senshi, to speak about the wrongs that were done to him. Link's not Zelda. He never knows what to say; he only knows what he wants to do.
"...I always have food," he says. An offering; Senshi could always come to Link, if he was hungry. Link would be happy to share.
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But there was something truly terrible about that hunger being inflicted on someone else. Not just the result of poor circumstances by change, but of deliberate neglect.
He makes a soft noise of agreement, as he raises his own cup in response to Senshi's toast. Then falls silent for a moment.
Zelda would know what to say. How to use her words to emphasise with Senshi, to speak about the wrongs that were done to him. Link's not Zelda. He never knows what to say; he only knows what he wants to do.
"...I always have food," he says. An offering; Senshi could always come to Link, if he was hungry. Link would be happy to share.