"….You prefer to be called 'Dark'?" He could hear the skepticism in her voice clearly, but he met her gaze, refusing to so much as shift in his incredibly uncomfortable plastic chair.

"Yeah."

"Please don't take offense to this, but that is the stupidest nickname I've ever heard." His unease filtered away slowly, at the sight of amusement glittering in her eyes.

"People wouldn't stop calling me it, figured it was easier to just go with it."

Thank the gods, Termina was far more lenient in its citizens lives than Hyrule. He'd handed in tax forms and a handful of records—medical, criminal, financial, educational, physical—and they'd gone over the papers and numbers. No visit to his house, thank the gods, and no visit to his work, even greater thanks to the gods.

"Will you be moving back to Hyrule sometime in the future?"

"Uh—no. Not…no. This is home. Family's here. He might…have some issues, but…it'll be better in the long run."

He hoped. Because he was not a kid-friendly person, and neither was anybody he knew. Except for Cremia, but that was only because she had a kid who didn't hate her.

Her gaze fell to his arm, the tattoos there, and she nodded. Hylian though she was, she understood—and respected—the clans. That was….well. He'd been expecting a lot of shit from her. He wasn't sure what to do, with her being so accepting of it.

"Everything seems in order. The inheritance has been almost completely liquidated, and that's been put into a fund for him. You'll receive a monthly allowance from that, to pay for his expenses, but the majority of it will be untouchable until he turns eighteen. They've specified in the will that they want him to attend college, but that isn't necessary to receive the money here in Termina as long as he graduates high school, and we've already gone through the legal channels with Hyrule and…I'm not going to bore you with that. Just know if you move back to Hyrule, that will change."

"Thanks."

"Is he excited? To live with his older brother all the way out here? Kind of exotic, huh?" She asked, smiling.

He winced. People had been asking him that all day, and he was terrified they were asking the kid the same thing.

"…I didn't know he existed until I got the...letter, telling me our parents had died. And I doubt they told him about me."

He knew they hadn't told him about him.

He wouldn't have, either.

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This is a different thing. Hope you guys like it, though lol. It will combine a lot of racial, religious, and political things together…I've had this idea for a while and I am SO excited to be posting it. I plan on this being two parts, but I don't know if the second part will be posted separately as a different story or not lol.

For those of you thinking this will be a like a modern-fluff version of Restless Spirits & Those Who Tend Them, you are wrong. Just FYI. There will be fluff, but there will be hard issues that this deals with, both personally and socially. SO. Buckle up, because this is going to be a long ride. ;3