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: Rated K :

I step to the edge of Skyloft and gaze off into the distance, in the direction of the desert. I really don't want to go to Lanayru Desert. It's filled with horrible electric crabs, quicksand, and then there's the matter of the Timeshift Stones. Those are extremely annoying. I mean yeah, they're really fascinating - how the heck do those work anyway? - but they can be a pain sometimes. Maybe I can just get a good night's sleep before I return to the desert to find its guardian dragon...

No. I have to find that guardian dragon. And when I find him, I'll find Zelda. I have to keep her safe.

But maybe I can at least take a short nap first. She won't mind, right? I know I need to hurry, but I'm just so tired. With a deep sigh I unstrap my sword and shield from my back and toss them to the grassy floor, then I collapse onto my back on a nearby bench and shut my eyes.

And then comes the tell-tale noise. It's a strange sound, almost like a metallic glimmering. And it's followed by the equally-as-metallic voice.

"Master Link. Since you have have stocked up on all the items you need for your journey, I highly suggest that you head to Lanayru Desert as quickly as possible." The voice is utterly devoid of emotion.

"Yeah. Thanks, Fi," I grumble, not bothering to move or even open my eyes.

There is a long stretch of silence after that, where Fi - thank the Goddess - says nothing. I'm really looking forward to a nice, long nap. The sound of loftwings cawing in the sky and the soft breeze blowing through Skyloft is lulling me to sleep. I can feel myself drifting off...

"Master Link."

Ugh.

Without waiting for any kind of reply from me, Fi continues in that robotic voice of hers. "My calculations show that it is currently ten twenty-three and fifty-six seconds in the morning. If you go now to Lanayru Desert, you can spend your time there until approximately six-thirty in the evening before returning to the sky to rest. It is in your best interest to hurry."

"Uh-huh." I'm not really listening to her, if I'm being honest. I'm too tired.

There's another long pause after that, and Fi says yet again, "Master Link..."

Am I imagining the irritation in her voice? I must be... but I swear she sounds frustrated. Wow. My eyes quickly flutter open and I manage to sit up - even though I'm exhausted - with one leg drawn up to my chest and one arm draping over the back of the bench.

Fi is floating in front of me, her metallic blue face completely expressionless.

I lift a brow and give her a tiny smirk. "Is that... annoyance in your voice, Fi?" Why am I so amused by this? Maybe because she's just so utterly dispassionate all the time, and hearing any semblance of emotion in her voice is definitely new and very interesting to me.

"I am incapable of experiencing emotion," she states dully, her voice robotic once again.

She always says that.

"My calculations show that there is an eighty-one percent chance this conversation is useless to your current quest, and that it is no longer beneficial to carry it out."

Seriously...? Heaving a deep sigh I brush a hand through my bangs and shake my head. "Yeah, all right," I huff, thoroughly irritated by now. "But can't I take a short nap before I continue? I'm really tired."

Fi simply floats in front of me, silent for a long while. I hope she's going to allow me to sleep without constantly interrupting me. But since she isn't going back into my sword, I assume she's still going to bug me. "My calculations show that there is a seventy-seven percent chance that taking a nap will not aid you in your current task."

I groan, collapsing on my back onto the bench again and grimacing. She's helped me out so far on my quest, and I don't know where I'd be without her, so I do owe her a debt of gratitude. But if she isn't the most irritating person in the world sometimes, then I don't know who is.

Wait, I take that back... Ghirahim is the most irritating person in the world.

"So... if there's a seventy-seven percent chance that lying here isn't going to do me any good, then what's the other thirty-three percent?"

"There is a thirty-three percent chance that something dire will happen as you sleep, and the dragon will come to find you and beg for your aid."

"Wait, what?" I splutter incredulously, sitting up again. "Really?"

Fi hesitates for a long while. I notice that she's lightly pursing her blue lips; something I've never seen her do before. "No."

I blink in surprise. "So... you lied to me when you said the dragon might come looking for me?" She's certainly never lied to me before...

"I believe my statement about the dragon coming to ask for your aid is referred to as sarcasm, Master Link."

Sarcasm? Is she serious? I can't help a wide grin as I look at her. "Sarcasm, Fi. So you really are irritated with me!" If she really is upset at me, I don't even care. Just the fact that she's experiencing any emotion at all is a miracle. It means she just might be less boring all the time.

I swear I see her metallic eyebrow twitch, though I really could be imagining things at this point. "Master Link... I only attempted sarcasm because it is something I have seen you use somewhat often, in my presence and in the presence of the Skyloftians. However, that does not mean I am experiencing emotions. I am incapable of such things, and..."

Shaking my head, I drown her out and fall onto the bench again, heaving a great sigh and closing my eyes. Really, she can be so unbearable sometimes.