𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝓖𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓲𝓶, 𝕊𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖

❝ Ho hum, I suppose it doesn't quite matter in the end to be honest. ❞

Cue the sword spirit folding his arms as he offers a coy smirk.

❝ Anything new in the life of my /favorite/ demi-god~? ❞

❝ You know... The night when you were telling me not to wake your kid? ❞

Not quite the reaction he was hoping for... He expected the childish raspberries again quite frankly.

Don't say it, don't think it. Don't say it, don't think it... FUCK IT!

❝ I suppose that means you weren't wearing it when last we met~? ❞

❝ A fair point to be made, but there is such a thing as /getting a room/. ❞

It seems Ghirahim is fine with passion but draws the line at sappy, Hallmark movie romances coming to life.

❝ Typically, unbridled displays of passion, pride, and more is something I'm all for, but... ❞

Ghirahim visibly gags as he shakes his head.

❝ No, just /no/ to that day alone. ❞

❝ The day of chocolates and hearts is a mere six days away, is it? Quaint... ❞

Seems he's rather repulsed by the notion of Valentine's Day.

❝ It seems I started a craving in people. I often find that Bokoblin is the best. Bulblin are too... Stringy. Moblin are too fatty. ❞

A grim chuckle comes from the sword-spirit as he folds his arms.

❝ Now grilled Aeralfos wings~? Mmmm... Tasty.~ ❞

Snapping a finger, Ghirahim caused a three dimension living shadow of a Bokoblin from The Era of The Sky to appear.

❝ Far less hunched, far more humanoid than swine, isn't it? Ahhh... Simpler times.~ ❞

He clinched a fist, prompting several daggers to materialize and pierce the shadow.

|⚔️| Got some errands to run. I'll return soon enough. Toodles for now!

❝ My truest form is as a blade, but my spirtual form, despite being made physical, is effectively just that, yes...

Now, do not ask again lest it be to duel.~ ❞

❝ You /would/ use mask terminology, wouldn't you? ❞

A chuckle escapes the blade's lips as he nodded.

❝ At the very least, I am grateful you understand my hesitance, seeming to even /respect/ it in a way. ❞

❝ Ugh... Normally I adore souls begging me for something, but begging to touch my core, let alone see me in my Sword-Spirit form is... ❞

Ghirahim visibly gagged.

❝ No, that's only for those who are /worthy/ of my time in such a sense. ❞

<<< an argument is a double edged blade. If it didn't matter, then why /not/ tell it? Clearly there's something there, but... Not right now.

In fairness, Ghirahim would have been this vague to anyone who bothered to ask him why he turned against Hylia and her light.

❝ By design, mind you. I've little intention in sharing my sordid past for a /reason/... It's utterly personal to me and to tell someone would serve no purpose. ❞

Such >>>

❝ That's assuming you could even touch me in the first place.~ ❞

❝ Big talk for one who could be made to be strung like a stick of mozzarella.~ ❞

❝ I'd argue it looks more like three tortilla chips, but I can see your point.~ ❞

❝ You act as though you need to butcher or maim to do something for yourself. Treat yourself to something nice, unrelated to anyone else! It's not like it's a sin to do so.~ ❞

Ghirahim began to walk off, humming lightly, content with the seeds of doubt he had sown in the other.

❝ Hence the divine interference part... ❞

Ghirahim pondered how best to broach the subject of his rebellion, ultimately deciding on an insufferably vague statement.

❝ I simply realized a truth I had been denying for eons at that point.~ ❞

<<< only yourself.~ ❞

❝ Far from perhaps, I see this as a /certainty/. Who else would have no direction for themselves such as you? Who else would be merely content to take orders and only find satisfaction when receiving praise such as you? ❞

A sly chuckle as Ghirahim shook his head.

❝ Find /something/ to do for >>>

❝ So much /misery/~! ❞

Ghirahim takes a sharp, long inhale through the nostrils, almost as if he was doing some sort of drug.

❝ How /exquisite/~! ❞

❝ Yet chronomancy still exists as it always did, though those capable of it are far and few between, save for those with divine interference.

Even so, if you are so close with your dearest sister, why don't you ask /her/ why I defected instead? Afraid of her bias "discrediting" my own? ❞

<<< coming days.~ ❞

In truth, there was barely a person Ghirahim's personality /didn't/ irk in at least one way or another. Such was he after he was physically and mentally broken upon the altar of freedom... Even if in a small sense, Demise still is a part of him in that regard.

<<< own whims fancied. ❞

Even though he served the various Ganondorfs through the ages, it was by his own will, or so he tells himself. Only now is he /truly/ free of their influence.

❝ For now though, I suppose I shall leave you be for now. I trust I will have more to discuss with you in the >>>

❝ Spirits do not rot, regardless of whatever madness isolation brings... ❞

The sword-spirit stands fully once more, shaking his head.

❝ For the eons since your "death," I have done nothing but do as I please. Not once do I believe I have acted in a way that would not serve what grand design my >>>

Fear was a powerful motivator, but just what was it about Ghirahim that inspired so much of it to quell one's blade hand? Perhaps it was sheerly the aura he exuded...

❝ Yet you still walk a path laid out before you. Living your short, mortal life in service to others is noble, but /sad/. ❞

❝ Why I turned myself against Goddess Hylia is irrelevant though, at least to this current era of history. ❞

Ghirahim sighed, a look of disinterest in his eyes.

❝ The Era of The Sky has come and gone, Majora. I needn't get other souls swept up in what was once my personal battle.~ ❞