[If there was one thing about goody two shoes he had grown to both admire and despise after a year of (by all appearances) siding with Ganondorf, it was moments like these. He admired their tenacity and lack of emotional fortitude to run from the face of insurmountable odds, despite the threat of death. Yet now, he could only show his outrage at the idea. Ira struggles to keep Sora restrained as he points out the obvious speaks:]
Look at yourself, Ven - you can barely stand. And when I let go? He's going to charge at you again.
[One thing is clear: The longer they take arguing about this, the less likely it becomes that they both survive.]
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points out the obviousspeaks:]Look at yourself, Ven - you can barely stand. And when I let go? He's going to charge at you again.
[One thing is clear: The longer they take arguing about this, the less likely it becomes that they both survive.]
Do you trust me?