Could be worse

Spaghet was tired. He was forced to stay out late, accompanying Navina throughout the last of her patrols. However, it didn't really feel like he was the one accompanying her. With the guard's shining armor, the moblin felt ill at ease and constantly under scrutiny. People glanced up at her and down at him. Spaghet didn't want to know what they thought. He had dealt with the guards all day. He was sort of sick of having to look up to hylians in armor all day. He could only assume Navina was sleeping at her desk right about now. The woman looked rather worn out.

He sighed and tucked himself into bed, an unfortunately familiar smell filling his nose. A small grimace began to form on his face. His wig and glasses already removed for the night, Spaghet glanced at Burrito before it accompanied him on the bed. He was... very glad that it was burrito joining him this time. As his eyes closed, a small feeling of anxiety crossed over him.

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So when he opened his eyes again and found himself staring at the Gerudo, he couldn't help but sigh. He looked around and rubbed his head slightly. Part of him felt sick. It was dark, extremely dark. He inhaled deeply. Someone else was here. Hylian? Possibly. Smelt like it. His nose twitched again. Male, definitely. .. the Navina smelt pleasant enough as well.

He got up from his sitting position. He had been sitting on the .. stone ground? Huh. He didn't remember coming here. He scratched his nose and wiggled his snout before biting at his lip. Suddenly, two pale torches illuminated in the room, revealing a door on a wall of the small, circular room.. He glanced over to Navina. Oh no. She was approaching him. She moved cautiously, she seemed...rather nervous to be in this situation.

"... Spaghet? Are you alright?" she said slowly. The moblin blinked. Strange. Navina had been... more curt with him lately ever since he brought about that injunction to her. Unfortunate, considering that they had been decently acquainted and friendly before. The moblin nodded.

"I'm fine," he said before coughing. He felt... cold. He pointed to the Hylian. "Who's that?"

"... Julius Surgate," Navina said. Had the moblin met him before? Probably. She glanced down at him. It was hard enough for her to remember the name of every Hylian man she knew. For a moblin it was probably much harder.

"O-oh," Spaghet bit his nail. Being in a small, enclosed space with two guardsmen was... not Spaghet's idea of a good time. "S-Sorry, been... under a lot of a stress lately. N-Names are a bit.. spotty." He walked over to the man, extending his clawed hand towards him to shake. Had they been properly introduced? Maybe. Spaghet felt the urge to introduce himself again to compensate for his lack of knowledge of this man's name. There was no doubt he probably heard their conversation in the small room "S-Spaghet Yettin, Sir. You.. might have seen me in some of the places you, ah, er, also.. frequent.. lately, but... I ... don't believe we've been properly introduced.."

Spaghet's nervous smile faded as soon as Julius mentioned his race. His eyelids drooped. Yes, it was unusual, but Spaghet could do without people pointing out the fact he was a Bokoblin every twelve seconds. He was quite used to his race being called out, yes, but just because Spaghet was used to it didn't mean he liked it. The moblin was quite certain that regardless of his great deeds and successes in the court room, they would never outweigh his origins. His nervous smile returned as soon as the guard refused to release his paw and instead brought him closer. Terrifying. He quickly pulled his paw away and rubbed it. He didn't speak again, instead glancing towards Navina at the mention of her name.

"... I don't see any reason not to be," Navina said, crossing her arms. She looked towards the door. "... I for one have no recollection of how I came to be here." She looked towards Spaghet who immediately began scratching at his wig. His lack of an answer was all Navina needed to confirm her suspicions. "... I assume this is also the case with you, Julius?" She pursed her lips. An irrational part of her wanted to blame him for this. Another irrational part wanted to blame Spaghet. Of course she'd find herself in this sort of situation with the two men who have been causing her the most trouble as of late. It was only fitting.

Spaghet tapped his claws together nervously. It was pretty clear to see that Navina wasn't pleased with who she was stuck with right now. He tried to distract himself from the awkward air in the room to appreciate the fact he had just recently trimmed his left nails. At least playing his violin would be easier now. He reached towards the case on his back, suddenly feeling its weight. It was strange, as if the instrument's presence had only become aware to him when he thought of it. Wasn't he laying down before? He had been wearing his case on his back the entire time, why hadn't he been uncomfortable while in such a position? These were not questions Spaghet was capable of considering right now. He glanced up and was unable to see any exit. The one time being a moblin could come in handy and he couldn't even use his climbing abilities right now. Perfect.

"Ah, uh, M-Mr. Surgate, Miss Navina," Spaghet said, glancing towards the door. He was absolutely not going to be the first one to open it. Absolutely not. "As much as I would enjoy ah, er, standing around in a circular, dark, damp room ... I sort of think it'd be best if we try to find a way out."

"You're right," Navina responded, before letting out a loud whistle. Spaghet flinched. But when nothing happened, she paused and whistled again. She tried once more before her fists and jaw clenched. Where was Benny? This was unacceptable. Not only was she trapped in here with these two... she didn't have her faithful phalange companion? She chose to ignore both Julius and Spaghet, opening the door and walking in without care for whether or not they would follow. When the door slammed behind her, Spaghet nervously glanced towards Julius.

"... she doesn't like me much," he grumbled, tapping his fingers together and looking towards the ground. He looked up at the guard. "I'm.. I'm certain you're aware of the reasons. So.. I apologize if my presence ah, er, well.." he scratched at the back of his hand, unable to find the words. "Well, I know.. I know how difficult it can be interacting with someone who .. isn't in the best of moods." The understatement of the century. He was well aware of how Navina's mood soured these days whenever Spaghet was around. He felt a bit bad for her boss. Spaghet quickly ended the awkward conversation by following Navina through the door.

When he entered the room, he was ill prepared for the onslaught of curses and yells that echoed off the walls. He jumped at the sudden noise. The square room was quite large and barren, but the pale torches clearly illuminated Navina's shining armor and the bright pink bow that she had taken to putting onto her Wallmaster.

"Benny it's me!" she screamed, doing her best to dodge the Wallmaster's jumps. Benny was clearly having none of it, doing its best to seize and shake the life out of whatever it captured next. The Gerudo was in distress and the feeling was quickly spreading to the moblin.

Navina's body froze as Julius's sword cleaved across her Floormaster's palm. But as the blade passed through the creature, her lip curled. Why had she assumed her loyal companion would betray her so quickly? Figuring it was an illusion, she didn't jump out of the way when it ran towards her. She was shocked when she felt the full force of the palm strike her and launch her against the wall.

Spaghet was knocked out of his state of panic at the sound of Navina's armor clanking against the wall. He gulped and glanced towards Julius. The man snapped his fingers and a Keese appeared. Spaghet couldn't help but bite his lip as he watched the scene unfold. It... was rather comical. Navina was less than amused, looking up at the Floormaster and Keese as she picked herself off the floor.

"W-Well ... I..." Spaghet said, surprised that Julius was speaking to him. He scratched at his nose. If he was going to be honest with himself, he fully expected the guard to ignore him until they escaped ... wherever they were. The moblin was used to people avoiding acknowledging his presence. "I.. I do suppose it's a bit odd." The Bokoblin continued to watch the Floormaster be thoroughly distracted by the bat. The hand would jump up and attempt to swipe the beast in midair while the Keese dove down at it between its attacks. Eventually, the natural order of things took place, and the Floormaster caught the Keese and slammed it against the ground. As the summon disappeared, the Floormaster turned its attention back to Navina. The Gerudo grimaced and pulled out her sword. She had refused to use it before (who could harm Benny?!) and she figured it would do little now, but she equipped it regardless.

As the beast jumped at her, she thrust her blade into it, fully expecting her attack to phase through and the Floormaster to grab her. However, as her blade struck, the creature let out an incredibly loud howl for something without a mouth. Navina's eyes grew wide as the Floormaster writhed on on her blade, sputtering around and letting out black globs of blood that were anything but an illusion. She kicked the beast off her blade and watched it sputter out and eventually expire. As she stared at the Floormaster's corpse, she couldn't help but feel an irrational sense of loss. The silence was broken by the crumbling of the furthest wall, revealing to the group another room.

Spaghet began to feel sweat pool up under his wig as he peered into the newly revealed room. It consisted of a floating platform that hovered inches from the ground and a door elevated high above them. The moblin glanced over at the two humanoids. He could climb, but they couldn't. The moblin was too busy worrying about how to get the other two up that he failed to notice the sign that Navina had begun reading out.

"-- The weight of your actions will ... ," Navina read, squinting to try to make out the rest of the text on the worn sign. Incomprehensible. Navina stepped on the platform. It moved a mere inch from the ground. She glanced at the two men and shrugged. However, if Julius or Spaghet were to step onto the platform, it would certainly elevate them much further up than it did Navina...

The moblin skittered quickly up the wall and to the other door, completely ignoring the purpose of this puzzle. He crouched and peered over the edge, his tail flicking around as he looked down at the other two.

"Ah, er, Ah... " he sputtered, "I-If one of you could g-get just a bit .. ah, er, half way.. up.. I.. er.." Spaghet was unsure he could pull either of these two up with the amount of equipment they were carrying. Both of them were wearing so much armor.. He looked them over again and gulped. Yeah, no. There was no way.

"Hmm?" Navina looked back at her captain. "You were there, Julius." She quickly scanned him and her brow quirked. He seemed different but... Navina honestly couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe he had just spaced out? Her brow furrowed and she swung her head back around. As the Gerudo continued to walk down the path, Spaghet paused.

The moblin had calmed down significantly since having the puzzle solved. The hallway seemed to continue on for awhile, but Spaghet much preferred this to enemies. He looked over Julius. Although he wasn't the most perceptive person in the world, the moblin could definitely spot anxiety from a mile away. Plus he could smell that emotion on a Hylian. They practically oozed it.

"Err, a moment, Navina, please," Spaghet said. He glanced towards Julius and sighed. "... I, uh, please, let me check the condition of my violin." Navina stopped. A small sound of annoyance escaped her. As the moblin fumbled around with his case, he finally managed to get out his violin and he began to tune his instrument. He was actually quite glad he did, considering it was.. well, it sounded pretty awful right now. He winced as he played with the different knobs. Strange thing, these instruments were... A few moments later, Navina had to smile as Spaghet produced eloquently tuned scales. He was satisfied and packed up quickly. "Shall we go then?"

Both the Gerudo and the Bokoblin continued to walk on, Spaghet following behind both Julius and Navina. The Gerudo would accept nothing less than leading the way at the moment. They finally came upon a door, as the seemingly endless hallway branched off into a small corner. When Navina opened the door, she was greeted with... nothing. Just a moderately sized empty room. Her lips pursed.

"Er--" Spaghet began, but soon found himself cut off by the sound of yapping. Navina's lip curled. Spaghet's body tensed. He knew that bark. He knew that smell (and there were lots of new ones now, why hadn't he noticed them before?). Not --

"-- Yes! It is!" A voice rang out. Spaghet jumped and Navina quickly readied herself to grab a weapon. Neither of them knew that voice. Suddenly, a Poe materialized in the middle of the room. It flicked its lantern back and forth. In three puffs of black smoke appeared the terrier as it stupidly wagged its tail, joined by the Wolfos mother and Benny.
Navina pulled out her sword, but the Poe laughed and the Gerudo quickly found the weapon materialized out of her hand. Moments later, it appeared floating next to the ghostly creature. "Please! No weapons." The sword suddenly cut through the air and pointed itself towards the three creatures seemly kept in place below the Poe. "They frighten the animals!" Suddenly, Burrito, the Wolfos, the Floormaster and the sword disappeared into another puff of smoke. The Poe giggled. "Come in!" The group found themselves pushed by a sudden, unknown force into the room, the door slamming behind them. The Poe laughed. "I don't want to hurt you, or your pets. But I will. I wanted to make sure you played the second part of my game right?"

"What?" Navina asked.

"My game, of course," The Poe said with a cackle. Suddenly, a flip book with the number '10' appeared on it. "This is the second part. I figured I'd help out the moblin, since it seems to not understand the purpose of platforms and room design." Spaghet's eyes narrowed. "--- But this part, it's easy! 9 honest questions." Even though the creature lacked a mouth, it definitely smirked. "Don't lie! Don't even try! I'll know! Keep it even." The Poe giggled. "Everyone has to answer three!"

"... alright.." Navina said. She looked over to Julius and Spaghet and shrugged. It didn't seem too hard. Plus, she was not willing to negotiate with someone who had hostages. She wasn't trained for it. Silence filled the room and the Poe began to grow increasingly annoyed.

"-- No, you have to ask the questions!" it screamed. Navina and Spaghet both covered their ears. Awful. "And make them good questions, otherwise, I'll ask the questions, and you don't want that." The Poe giggled again and the moblin let out an audible gulp. What constituted a good question?!

"Easy," Navina quickly said and turned her attention towards Julius. Her lip curled upwards and Spaghet began to shake slightly. "Julius, do you honestly think you're the best suited to be captain of the guard?" The moblin scratched at his wig. Anyone with half a brain could tell her question was loaded.

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Both Spaghet and Navina had their own reservations about Julius's answer. A smile began to form on her face and it was not a friendly one. Spaghet simply glanced away, flinching when he was addressed directly by name. And then of course, his face soured completely when Julius asked him a question. Of course. He thought of lying, considering he did not want to talk about who he could only assume was his most obnoxious Deku Scrub client. But then of course he thought of his stupid, adorable, yapping dog and he shivered. The Poe let out a laugh and Spaghet's tail stiffened. After a pause and while still looking away, Spaghet answered.

"... I have many Deku Scrub clients, Sir. But I can only assume you're talking about the one who hopefully has stopped harassing you at four in the morning," Spaghet said, finally looking at the Hylian. Fortunately, she had stopped sending Julius messages on the wind at the wee hours of the night. Wiki had been... strangely silent for the past couple of weeks. "I've known her and her family for quite a long time." He sighed. "... it's quite an extensive history. It'd take quite a long while to tell it." He also had no intention of blurting out his life story to the captain of the guard. Absolutely not. "Specifically, I met Wiki when she and I were both children. I've known her for nearly the entirety of my life."

"... as for the second part of your question.." -- Spaghet said, adjusting his glasses with a sneer. What a jerk, asking a question with two parts. But his face softened again before he continued -- "... My client's a sociopath. Plain and simple." Another sigh escaped him and his shoulders hunched even further. ".. She .. well, she doesn't think like you and me, Mr. Surgate. The woman lacks empathy and remorse, but it really .. well, it isn't ... entirely her fault." Spaghet glanced towards Navina. He couldn't believe he was defending Wiki outside of a courtroom. (albeit using the same speech he gave the jury on more than one occasion) "She won't ever admit it, but she lacks any ability to empathize. The only way she'll know what you're feeling is through analysis, Sir." Spaghet continued to straighten his back as he spoke, the familiarity of the speech giving his words more confidence. "It's easy to see how this coupled with extensive anger issues would lead to someone who didn't... blend well with society." The Poe crossed its arms and Spaghet gulped. He was being honest in answering the questions. He was just.. excluding details.

"... But I.. well, it's... she turned out the way she did for a lot of reasons," Spaghet said, glancing from side to side. "I don't think it's fair to try to pin it on one thing." He readied to ask Navina a question, but he pursed his lips and held up his finger when he thought of something else. He had something to say... but obviously held his tongue. After a moment, he sighed, and then glanced over towards the Gerudo "... Miss Navina, could you answer Julius's rhetorical question?"

"No," The Gerudo snapped. The Poe cackled and summoned the sword, pointing it at the Floormaster. Navina quickly held up her gauntlet. "Fine, I will answer it. Obviously the second one. But anyone with half a heart would in that scenario." Spaghet glanced towards the wall and tapped his fingers together. "Julius must fail to realize that criminals only create more criminals. It’d be the only way he could create such a question. Scum associates with scum, criminals breed, multiply." She glanced towards Spaghet and the moblin crossed his arms as she did. He narrowed his eyes and began to tap his clawed foot. He was clearly offended, especially after just revealing his intertwined history with an obvious and known criminal. The Poe giggled, enjoying seeing the woman smart off to her superior officer given an unrestricted chance.

"Mr. Surgate, your turn again," Navina grinned. The moblin rolled his eyes. "Do you find yourself treating certain people... different while on patrol for certain characteristics they can't change? Any in particular that stand out?" Spaghet pursed his lips and looked towards the Gerudo. His opinion of her was dropping further and further.

Spaghet picked at the skin and fur on his hands as Julius spoke. He occasionally stole glances at Navina, who every time he looked over seemed to begin to shake more and more. He gulped, thinking about what Julius had said. Even he treated moblins differently than he did Hylians. He couldn't help but occasionally feel superior to his more uneducated brothers and sisters. As he continued to pick at the fur, he couldn't help but see the hypocrisy in his line of thinking. A deep feeling of guilt began to well within him. He focused intently on the back of his hands as Julius began to berate Navina - Spaghet wasn't even going to bother looking at the Gerudo at this point. He was pretty sure it would only cause him more anxiety.

Navina's body shook, she was clearly enraged. She smiled, the same deceitful smile that she always displayed when she had something to say. But for some reason, she couldn't quite place the correct words. The Poe tapped its finger impatiently.

"... Your questions are interesting," she finally began, her smile beaming. Her voice was calm and deliberate. "You assume I think little of you, Julius, which is far from the truth. You seem to think that my criticisms come from malicious intent. They do not. And I... apologize for the harshness in my words." She stiffened and her smile faded. "I would like to go back, however, to the question you were not forced to pose. I dedicate myself fully to every task I have ever given myself, Julius. So how much have I given up for the guard, Sir?" She chuckled, although forced. Spaghet winced. "Who do you think is always first to take an assignment no one else wants to do? The assignments without glory, without excitement. The ones where you don't even get that privilege of finding nothing of movements in the South, the assignments where the only excitement is correcting a misspelling in paperwork. I don't mind it, not at all, and I'm not complaining. There always has to be someone to do the work no one else is willing to do. It matters little what my personal opinions are on the matter. I will complete it without fail and without complaint. The ones I am stationed with will not complete it at all."

"You say I carry myself highly, Julius, but if I do it's only because I find myself continuously let down by those surrounding me. There is nothing else for me, but me," Navina said and stared through the slits in her visor. Her fist clenched. "I criticize you harshly, Julius, because I hate to see a man with so much promise and in a position so powerful not work towards perfection." Her smile returned. "Maybe you are right. Maybe the guard has no place for someone like me." She paused for what Spaghet thought was way too long.

"Mr. Yettin," Navina began. The moblin tensed even more. He had been brooding over and getting anxious about what sort of question Julius could ask, but he hadn't even considered that the Gerudo would turn her attention towards him. He slowly turned his head towards her.

"Yes?"

"Where were yo---"

"This question is boring," the Poe began, "You haven't even finished it and I hate it. Moblin, you ever eat a Hylian?"

Spaghet froze, his voice came out nearly as a whisper.

"... y-yes... once. I... I didn't..."

The Poe laughed and Spaghet pulled at his ears. It wasn't his fault! He didn't even know what it was until after the fact! It was his brother Balone who had been tasked with dinner that night, no one could ever expect anything good from that man. It didn't even taste that great...

"J-... Julius," Spaghet said, wanting to change the subject as soon as possible. But then.. then he realized he didn't have a question to ask. Great. More time for Navina and Julius to judge him. He tapped his fingers together and glanced towards the Poe, and then over to his dog. Spagget began to wonder why Burrito was being so well behaved. It seemed ... odd. Spaghet struggled to think of something to ask and then decided to asked the first question that had popped into his head. "... What do you think about the concept of death, Julius? Does it frighten you?" Spaghet glanced over to the Poe, expecting his question to be overturned. To his surprise it was not.

Before Spaghet could begin to answer the question, a sword appeared over the moblin's head. His opened mouth closed and he put down his finger. What the hell did he do to make the Poe angry?! He hadn't even spoken!

"Would you like to make a bet with this one, Mr. Julius?" The Poe laughed. "'Just another construct of a dungeon' you say!" The Poe cackled as the sword disappeared and the moblin felt a rush of relief crash over him.

"... S-So... I... uh..." Spaghet said, faltering. He had.. completely forgotten what Julius had asked. After a moment, it came to him. "Ah! Ah... er, yes. W-Why I became a l-lawyer... " Spaghet paused. "... you could say that I had a ... nudge in the direction." A nudge was the wrong word. "... My parents, as soon as my parents had heard even the possibility of one of their brood being able to help with the more rowdy of their family they had jumped on the idea. My father wouldn't let me consider any of the other career paths I had in mind."

"... But law was a system I could learn, so I did," Spaghet said, looking down at the ground. "... I... I was was considering accounting. I p-pr... probably would have liked it a b-bit more." Another understatement. Spaghet looked over to the Gerudo. His lips pursed. "... Miss Navina, could you raise up your visor?"

"That's a command, Spaghet," she hissed, the hostility in her voice made the moblin jump. "Not a question."

"I'll be nice, you don't even have to answer a question," The Poe laughed. "Even though I'm sure you'd want to instead." A moment later, an unseen force popped Navina's visor up, revealing tired, heavily bagged eyes that contrasted heavily with the rest of the woman's appearance. She quickly moved to slam the visor back down. Navina took out her curved sword and pointed it at the Poe, who laughed and promptly summoned another weapon and pointed it at her. It continued to cackle, twirling and disappearing into a cloud of black smoke along with the summoned illusions.

All disappeared, of course, but five swords that now began to circle threateningly around the trio. Spaghet unsheathed the hidden sword in his cane and nervously readied to parry. Good thing he took fencing all throughout college.

Navina cared little for the well being of both Spaghet and Julius. Fully enraged, she slammed her sword and parried blows like a madman. A scream and a mighty blow later, Navina's sword collided with the spectral weapon and cracked it in half. It wasn't enough. She nearly growled as another sword had targeted her, doing her best to jump with her armor on.

The moblin was rusty at best and was grateful for the assistance. Although he landed few (one) blow against a sword, most of his time he spent dodging and weaving out of the way of them. The moblin was an agile fellow. Between watching the swords' movements, he glanced over to Julius. And then Spaghet noticed it. Of course. How had he not obtained lucidity before was beyond him, but now the Bokoblin realized this had to be a dream. There was no way the captain of the guard would normally choose to punch a sword.

Spaghet was certain it was a dream until a sword managed to get past the Wall-of-Julius land a blow on his left shoulder, slicing it open. He screamed out in pain and dropped his sword, grabbing at the wound with his right hand. He was trembling now as he did his best to avoid any other blows. He was used to horrific dreams, but never before had he felt such intense and realistic pain in one.

"W-Well at least I don't have to worry about these two thinking I'm strange for eating Hylian once," Spaghet absentmindedly stated. Navina didn't hear his comment, too busy tunneling in on another sword.

The moblin certainly did feel a sense of foreboding when Julius sliced into him. Why had the man suddenly attacked him?! Or at least, he was quite certain that was how it went. He clutched at his wound. The man didn't deal with pain well, and when he looked down at his bloody hand he-- wait a second. It wasn't bloody at all. Spaghet looked up at Julius and adjusted his glasses, shaking his head no in response. He didn't... well, he wouldn't believe it, rather. Why would the man do such a thing?

The Gerudo nodded at Julius as she finished off the last of the creatures, not catching any of what happened. She sighed. The two looked rather worn after battle. And then Julius spoke. Her eyes immediately darted over to the Bokoblin. What was Julius talking about? Navina looked over the moblin, realizing there was no wound, and shrugged. Navina lead the pack, following Julius's instructions without issue ... but she did not understand why the two were so frazzled. She cursed herself for being so inward thinking and letting her emotions get the better of her.

As the trio entered the room, Spaghet cursed that he couldn't see in the dark. He heard the rushing of water, and then, footsteps. Navina braced for combat and Spaghet -- wait. Spaghet knew that scent. He kne--

"-- Well if it isn't the guy who I fuck, the one I wanna fuck, and the one who never fucks!"

No. If this really was a dream, it was shaping up to be quite the typical nightmare. Spaghet groaned and Navina gripped her two handed sword tighter. She knew that voice too. It was a shame that it was so dark...

"Hello Wiki," Spaghet sighed. He knew she could see in the dark, so whatever spawned her in his head probably could, too. "Y'know, I'm really not appreciating my subconci--"

"-- manifesting literally the only person dumb enough to screw you? Please. Too bad you're stuck in a shared dream. I'm certain you'd be able to figure out who's who who, as in, who's dreaming and who's just... well, I mean, you all know me, so maybe it is me who's the apparition. Maybe it was Commander Tits 'n Ass the entire time, or maybe it's been Captain Round Ears 'n Wrinkles ... Sheesh. Maybe that face was decent once, Julius, but no wonder you haven't gotten anyone to share 'your pure virgin love' with." She cackled - how did the Deku know this information? (protip she's not real). "Even I found someone. At least the Gerudo still has a shot."

Spaghet and Navina both pondered what the raspy voice had said... and both did their best to ignore the last parts of her speech. One of them was fake, the others were real -- Spaghet could believe it, he was used to odd magic effecting dreams, but Navina refused to. Suddenly, torches illuminated the room, showing all four figures at each corner of the room. Had they walked in separate directions into it?

"Either way, I ain't running, I don't think I really can either, as you can see, the room has no door" Wiki said, crossing her arms with a sigh. She wasn't lying - had a door closed without them noticing? "I'm certain at least one of you is frothing at the mouth to kill me, and I've been trapped in this room until you guys came along. Only three are getting through, no more, no less, at least that's what it says on the wall." Wiki shrugged, and anyone looking at the wall could plainly see she wasn't lying. Spaghet looked at Navina. The Gerudo was hesitating, looking towards Julius.

As torches had turned on, Spaghet was allowed to watch his childhood friend be pummeled to a pulp by the Captain of the Hyrule Guard. What a pleasure. He covered his ears, flinching whenever he heard wood crack. The man felt powerless to stop Julius, since he was, and it was not like Navina was going to stop him. The Bokoblin shook with a mixture of feelings as Wiki stood eerily silent, neither fighting back nor back talking her aggressor. Spaghet just hoped that what Wiki said was true, and that the Poe was dumb enough to make the Deku Scrub the illusion. Wow, two really coincidental things had to happen at once. Hmm. (( ))

It didn't help that Julius apologized to Spaghet for an outburst. An outburst?! A child throwing a fit in a candy store was an outburst, calling your best friend the most miserable being in all of Hyrule while pummeling her willing body to a pulp was a little bit more than an outburst. Spaghet had begun rehearsing a speech in his mind, his jaw dropped, he closed it again, pursing his lips before tears began to well at the sides of his eyes.

Navina glanced over to him. Her own eyes widened. He dared not. She wasn't good with managing other people's emotions, and crying was a pretty intense expression of them. As the moblin rushed over to the corpse, he began to inspect it. The Gerudo watched him do so. His tail twitched multiple times as the same feeling of foreboding danced across his spine. His breathing began to accelerate as his body began to shake.

He rushed through the wall that Julius had gone through on all fours before standing up on his two legs again. He attempted to straighten himself before realizing he wasn't able to do so. With a hunched back and teared ears, he spoke with a shaky voice.

"Y-You can't say those things," he said softly. He pointed at Julius with a shaky finger, now noticing that Navina had joined the pair. Her teeth clenched, unsure on what to do. "S-... s... she doesn't... " Spaghet couldn't hold back now, tears flowing down his face. The moblin covered his eyes out of embarrassment, wiping away most of the tears before speaking again. "Y-You d.. don't know her like I... you..."