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"Are you cursed?"
Wild recoiled. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Sorry, that was insensitive," Sword said. "I just meant... this isn't normal."
He reached down to the shattered sword by their feet. He picked up a piece and ran a thumb over edge. "This sword... shouldn't have shattered like this. This isn't a high quality weapon but it's not trash. There's strength in this blade and with normal care it should've lasted you a few good years."
Wild gave a half-hearted grin and shrugged. "Yeah, well I wasn't exactly giving the care it needed..."
"But that's the thing!" Swords said. "Even with abuse there should only be chips on the blade. Scratches. Dents. The strongest part of the blade is down here by the handle, and look at it! It shattered as if it were glass. Swords don't do this!"
He tossed the piece down in a fit of frustration.
"Whoa," said Wild, holding his arms up in peaceful manner. "Look, I'm sorry I destroyed the sword. I just needed the rock to move out of the way-"
"I don't care about the rock! Don't you get what I'm saying? Haven't you found it strange that every item you hold breaks? The entire time we've journeyed together I've seen you go through shields, swords, and bows like water."
"I find cheap items. I use what I find and sometimes those items are rusted and old-"
"Nobody else in this group has lost as many weapons as you. Warriors may lose a shield during a fight, and I'll admit I've lost a dagger or two. But you... not even the Master Sword stays solid in your hands."
"Its power is limited."
"That's..." Swords pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was this so hard for him to understand? "I've studied that blade. Its craftsmanship is unlike anything I've ever seen. It is beyond perfection. Sky has had it in his possesion this entire time and it has stayed pristine in every battle he's been in. But the moment it crosses into your hands it turns into ice. Don't you find that strange?"
"I guess."
Swords stared at him. "That's it? I guess? How come you've never question this?"
"I dunno," Wild said. He reached down and briefly touched one shattered piece of his former sword. A sharp edge pricked him. He gave a little huff of air in pain and pulled back. A droplet of blood welled up to the surface of his finger. He brushed it away. "It's always been like this since I woke up. I've never known anything different."
Swords grimaced. He thought back to the conversation he had with Twilight in town. He remembered the chuckles they shared over how often the Champion got hurt. This entire time whenever Wild snapped his bow in half, when his shield failed him, when he was struck across the head by a bokoblin's club, he thought it was business as usual?
In that moment, Sword's heart broke a little.
"Goddess," Swords said. "I think I understand Twilight a little better now."
Wild blinked. "Huh? Why's that?"
"Don't worry about it. The shattered sword is a mystery we need to solve, but for now let focus on getting you armed."