There had been animosity between them before. They were different in many ways, the two. Link had moonlight shades in his hair, and Mido had rich bark tresses. And a good job as the guard. They trusted Mido. Link felt the weight of that now, but instead of being crushed under it, and hunch like he would sometimes, he felt offended.<br/><br/>His words should have been enough! It wasn't like he was some known liar. His failures came from whatever lack of fate he'd suffered up until now. Maybe there was a component of talent there, that he also did not have. But that was no reason for anyone to act this way. Link would take it on most days, because he shared their doubt in him, but this was his way out of that hole.<br/><br/>"Hey!" Link started. He was angry in his soul, there was a well of frustration ignited like the fireballs he read about. His finger came up and he shook it at Mido. "Why are you being like this? Deku Tree called for me. I wouldn't lie about that!" he tossed his hand down in a theatrical show of wrath. It felt good to be belligerent.<br/><br/>But the fact of the matter was that Mido could get in the way of what Link wanted most. Heck, Mido was getting in the way of Link improving the way Mido himself wanted. It was no surprise that a guard would be so narrow minded, and judge him harsher than a loving Saria, but this was damned squirrel droppings!<br/><br/>"What good are you as a guard if you don't let the people who Deku Tree really want to see pass? Aren't you the same as a well-placed boulder then?" Link said and his blue eyes ignited with a bit of fighting intent. He'd never do it out of ill will, of course, but he didn't know what to do with this irritation. It was like ant legs on his nerves.