Link took a deep, steadying breath as Sora closed the door behind him. Lingormr's parting words had indicated that he didn't plan to follow them inside. Good. The intercom hiccuped, but said nothing. Link frowned suspiciously.
Taking a look around the room, the first and most obvious thing he noticed was the strange machine hanging from the ceiling. Frowning curiously, he approached the long, metal table to take a closer look. So many things in this building were made of such highly polished metal... In Hyrule, steel was used much more conservatively. It was an expensive material reserved mostly for battle equipment. But what was more interesting was the large knife laid on the table. Link picked it up, inspecting it closely. The blade was set straight, and seemed to be sharp. A triumphant smirk ghosted across his face for the first time since he'd woken up here. Link had a weapon.
The Hylian was snapped out of his thoughts when Sora spoke. He looked up to the opposite wall, eyes widening as he saw the painting splashed across the wall. He knew very little about bodies and how they worked. That knowledge was mostly reserved to doctors in Hyrule. But he had been to a doctor's office once, and he had thumbed through a medical texts in his spare time enough to recognize a stomach.
"It seems to be..." He stepped around the table and next to Sora, taking a closer look. Yes. It was a stomach. And it did not take long for him to put two and two together. Link's heart sank and he bit his lip, glancing down at the knife he had just picked up. He was silent for a moment before looking over to Sora, eyes calm and serious.
"This is your call," he said quietly, his voice even. "I will help you, if you choose to go through with... what they seem to be telling us to do." Link had dealt with evil, manipulative men before. But this was definitely up there on the list of the more twisted things he had encountered.
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Taking a look around the room, the first and most obvious thing he noticed was the strange machine hanging from the ceiling. Frowning curiously, he approached the long, metal table to take a closer look. So many things in this building were made of such highly polished metal... In Hyrule, steel was used much more conservatively. It was an expensive material reserved mostly for battle equipment. But what was more interesting was the large knife laid on the table. Link picked it up, inspecting it closely. The blade was set straight, and seemed to be sharp. A triumphant smirk ghosted across his face for the first time since he'd woken up here. Link had a weapon.
The Hylian was snapped out of his thoughts when Sora spoke. He looked up to the opposite wall, eyes widening as he saw the painting splashed across the wall. He knew very little about bodies and how they worked. That knowledge was mostly reserved to doctors in Hyrule. But he had been to a doctor's office once, and he had thumbed through a medical texts in his spare time enough to recognize a stomach.
"It seems to be..." He stepped around the table and next to Sora, taking a closer look. Yes. It was a stomach. And it did not take long for him to put two and two together. Link's heart sank and he bit his lip, glancing down at the knife he had just picked up. He was silent for a moment before looking over to Sora, eyes calm and serious.
"This is your call," he said quietly, his voice even. "I will help you, if you choose to go through with... what they seem to be telling us to do." Link had dealt with evil, manipulative men before. But this was definitely up there on the list of the more twisted things he had encountered.