[ Link tips his head curiously when Mamoru sits beside him but does not question it. He welcomes the help and the company. With a lopsided smile, he passes him the wet plate, now clean, and plunges his hands back into the water to scrub another one. ]

I try not to think about what it'd mean if the Zenites are right. [ Spoken softly, like he knows it's tantamount to admitting that his gut instinct would very well be wrong, despite Mamoru's reassurance. He goes silent for a moment as he scrubs. ] What about you? What has you convinced? If you are convinced.