Link had assumed the culprit was Lingormr. Despite the fact that he had seemed to leave him and Sora alone, that may have had to do with how they had known each other... Link also needed to consider that, given the way he had taunted them, Lingormr was the type to enjoy, in some sick way, changing his patterns to watch his opponents struggle.

And if Sora hadn't mentioned going out after the others, Link would have left with his knife immediately. The younger boy had mentioned having a sort of weapon on him, though, so Link would just have to trust that he could handle himself. He looked to Sora, handing him the knife once he was done cutting up his shirt.

"Get out there as soon as you feel comfortable with conditions in here. I can manage the wrappings if you want to go help the others." He turned to the Once-ler.

"I don't know," Link responded to his question, "He taunted us, and... strange illusions of him kept appearing around us, but nothing else. There was already blood on the floor when we got in there, though." Link held up one of the strips of cloth he had just cut. "Could you please show me where, exactly, your wounds are?" There was blood everywhere. It was difficult enough to tell.