“Heaven knows,” Zechs replied with a thread of annoyance, but it’s not directed at Link. The Peacekeeper, the Augur, it’s methods and purpose seemed ridiculous. Knowing it’s true motives would probably serve them better, he believed.

Zechs made his expression calm, impassive. But he did hope Link wasn’t intending to die to correct his mistake. Though he didn’t know him - he didn’t wish that upon him.

He began to unbuckle his belt to remove his pants, leaving on his underwear. His legs were just as scarred as his arms and chest. Zechs shook his head.

“Most of the time, no,” Zechs told him. As he bent to remove his pants, the tiny piercings adorning his nipples caught the light, glinting. “If I aggravate my knee, or in severe cold.”

Honesty, for once. Perhaps the Nameless Island had changed him.