Chapter Twenty-Four
"You can't be serious about letting her come along," were the first words from Link's mouth when the general faced him. The elderly Selintan officer sighed deeply, closing his eyes.
"Link... would I could change this... But women are such willful, fickle creatures, and the king has seen fit that she should be indulged until he feels that his debt is repaid. I would not have her along if I did not think that the king would be angry with me, but alas, he would be angry that I did not try to honor her wishes."
"This is a serious matter of war; women should not throw themselves into the fray needlessly. As a girl, a fairly young one at that, Miyako should certainly not be allowed to come to a /battle site/ with trained soldiers. Her best interests in regard, of course." A woman's place was in the home and out of danger, and no amount of feminism would change his thinking; Link had been brought up to protect women and children and to destroy evil. It was not a difficult concept.
"All that you argue on, I wholeheartedly agree with. Yet I do not feel she will understand what you are trying to do. I would send her away in a heartbeat if I had a guarantee that she would be safe traveling to the Massharte Ruins, but after this trick the Tophetians pulled, I feel wary about sending her off. It seems ironic, but perhaps she would be safest with the troops." The Hero of Time shook his head fiercely.
"I don't think so. If it would be all right with, I'll take her to the Massharte Ruins personally, and see that she gets there safe." General Torris appeared to think this over, yet inwardly he was deeply relieved. Trust a hero to defend his morals and convictions to the last. There were times when it seemed hopeless and stupid, but now the general was glad for it.
"If you can convince her, then so be it. I knew I could trust you to press on this matter."
"I don't see why I should leave." Miyako's arms were crossed against her chest and she was watching Link like a person betrayed. Which, naturally, was the case.
"How many times do I have to repeat myself? You shouldn't be anywhere near a battle site, much less one like Tyulia, where there's bound to be... bodies and such lying around. It's not safe and no amount of Selintan soldiers can keep you that way. Not even I could help you if there were many Tophetians. And this isn't your war to fight in the first place."
"What makes it your war?" She snapped. The Hero of Time stopped pacing and ran a hand through his fine blonde hair.
"Selinta is Hyrule's friend and ally, and I am the hero of Hyrule. It is my duty to help friends and allies whenever possible."
"You sound like you're quoting." Her tone lightened just a tiny bit, he noticed.
"I am. I would like nothing more than to ride around Hyrule Field and fight the occasional Stalchild at night, but I'm here instead; weary and battle sore."
"My heart bleeds for you." He glared at her, but detected a hint of a smile around her lips.
'Women,' he thought, turning away to study the horizon. Light was coming soon; to think that he'd spent the whole night sleepless, and now he was standing here arguing battle ethics with a girl. Link suddenly felt even more exhausted.
"As a hero, I understand that you feel like you have to protect everyone from everything, but you don't seem to realize that some people don't need your protection, least of all a lecture on such."
"Aye, you two fight worse than a married couple, so you do. Some of us poor souls are trying to sleep," a grumpy voice called from behind a rocky outcrop.
"Will you hush on that?" Miyako stamped her foot, to Link's startled amusement. "Lance, you're a fool when you've a mind to be, and even one when you've not!"
"Hush on what?" They had been talking before he had approached them, but about what?
"Never mind, it's not important," the red-haired girl suddenly blurted, putting a hand to the side of her face. "Fine, fine. I don't care!" She threw her hands up in the air and exhaled sharply. "I'll go the Massharte Ruins if it'll make your heroic ego sleep easier at night."
"She sees the light!" Lance cried from behind the rocks. "Praise gods, Miyako has seen the light and is changing her ways!"
"We'll leave tomorrow... er, later today, then," Link replied, closing his eyes. "For now, let's just get to sleep." The nineteen-year-old trudged over to the outcrop where Lance was lying, went around to the opposite side, and lay down. Within a minute his breathing had become deep and regular.
"Aye, he's out like a light," Lance muttered when Miyako settled down several yards away. "You probably argued him to sleep. You're such a willful thing."
"I don't mean to be. I just don't think it's fair, that's all."
"Hist, talk like that can get ye branded as a heretic."
"Honestly, Lance, would you stay at home all day and cook and clean and mend clothes? I certainly wouldn't!"
"The gods gave men strength for a reason, and they gave women temperance to deal with men," the sailor replied dryly. "You've a problem seeing what's best for you, and you'll understand when you're older."
"As though you're an old one yourself," she grumbled, closing her eyes. "I think you're wrong. He's very much tired of me."
"Does that make you sad?"
"No! Of course not."
"Hush, I can feel you're lying."
"Well... he is awfully handsome."
"Awfully, as though it were a bad thing, aye."
"Maybe it is. I'm not going to swoon and hang on every word that falls out of his mouth just because he's handsome and happened to liberate me from the East Tower."
"Do you want to? I mean, do you want to swoon and hang on every words that falls out of his mouth?"
"Quiet, it's time for sleep."
" 'Twas an honest question, ger fada, and I don't mean anythin' wrong by it. I thought we were friends."
"We are, Lance, but it's... getting to be very late..."
"Early..." She waved a limp hand, her eyes still closed.
"Be that as it may, I think if he wasn't so trumped up on his ideals of how a girl should act, I would be very much interested in swooning and giggling, but alas, like a man, he is stubborn and persistent. Traits that are useful but mostly annoying."
"It's very nice to know I have your seal of approval, but I thought we all agreed to go to sleep," Link stated purposefully. He grinned when he heard Lance and Miyako gasp simultaneously.
"Matey! I thought— But ye— I could've sworn—" The sailor was utterly lost for words. As for Miyako, her face had gone nearly as red as her hair, and she was trying with all her might to evaporate, but fortunately for her, Link did not see this.
"But I always did think I was fair of face. Thank you for confirming that belief, Miyako." She muttered something indecipherable and buried her face in her arms.
"Quite a scare there, matey, but since we're all bein' honest and sociable like as dear friends, p'raps you'd care to share with us why you're feelin' the need to haul our Third to the Massharte Ruins?"
"As I said before, girls and women alike don't belong on the field of battle. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to her."
"I'm not your responsibility in the first place," Miyako retorted, her blush having almost faded entire.
"No, but if a soldier hesitated to protect you, and no one could get there in time, it would be my fault for not having done all I could to keep you away from Tyulia."
"You two," Lance began affectionately, then stopped, shaking his head. "Aye, I'd trade neither of you, not for anything."
"Anyway, I've already agreed to the go to the Massharte Ruins, so can we just leave it behind?" Miyako sighed, opening her eyes and looking at the brightening sky.
"That's what I said," Link agreed, opening his eyes as well.
"Oh, they agreed on something!" The sailor chuckled. "/Finally/." Miyako picked up a pebble and threw it at her childhood friend. "Ouch! What was that for?"
"Oh, sorry, I mistook your mouth for a big noisy hole." Link lifted a hand to his mouth to smother the laughter that threatened to consume him, but the dark-blue-haired Kreyan heard him anyway.
"Don't laugh at your matey! This calls for retaliation!" Lance sat up and threw the pebble back at Miyako. She tried to dodge the tiny missile but it still hit her. "Still the dead shot that I am, I see."
"Oh, go on," clucked the younger Kreyan. " 'Twas a lucky shot, nothing more."
"At this rate, we'll never get any sleep," Link thought out loud. Lance sighed loudly and stretched.
"Aye, mates, no rest for the weary. Should we make our way to the ruins, then?"
"You're coming along?" Miyako sounded past sleepy and almost unconscious.
" 'Course I am! I'd not let my amicitia fatalis go somewhere without me! What kind of Second would I be, then!" He snorted indignantly. "Not come along, indeed! You've a thick head at times!" When Miyako and Lance began arguing, Link allowed his mind to wander, deciding that sleep was past him.
In truth, he /had / been pleased when Miyako had admitted that he was 'awfully handsome.' It cheered him up; sad, but true. Perhaps... perhaps he badly wanted her to go to the ruins was simply because he could not bear the thought of her getting hurt. A little frightening how quickly he had become attached to her, but then again, it was just as quickly that Lance had become a close friend. Certainly it was amicitia fatalis at work.
She had been right when she had said that he was very tired with her; he was, truly, exasperated, but at the same time, surprised. Had it been Zelda... she would have immediately agreed to go. Perhaps not willingly, but if he saw fit that she should go to the Massharte Ruins, then she would. Because she trusted him to do right, even if it wasn't something she agreed with. Now Miyako... while she was not some crazy, jumped-up girl with notions of women being equals and better than men, she certainly had a fire when it came to making her own decisions. He guessed that she had lived alone for a while and decided everything for herself, what was good and what was not.
Why was there attraction? He had expected to marry Zelda, but... apparently the gods and goddesses had other plans for him. Around Zelda, he felt protective and fatherly, which was strange, but he had always thought of her affectionately and with some tenderness. Around Miyako, he experienced that unsteady feeling he usually had after using a lot of magic, even if it was simply just adding the power of fire or ice to his arrows, or using Din's Fire or Farore's Wind.
He just couldn't be sure of anything anymore, could he? As soon as he thought he had a place to stand, the gods and goddesses would set him to run and keep him on the move. It seemed cruel, but complaining would do no good.
Then, a thought, a revelation...!
"You wouldn't wait for me to save you, would you?" Link said suddenly, surprising the two disputants. "Miyako, I mean. That's why you're angry, because you wouldn't ever be in a position to get hurt if you could help it. Even if you were, you wouldn't call for help because you are just that capable."
"Uh..." Miyako looked helplessly at Lance, who looked just as confused as she did. "Erm...?"
"Never mind." Link settled into a more comfortable position and looked up at the cold fire of the stars fading in the morning light. "I was just thinking, that's all." So he had found what he really liked in her and felt annoyed by with Zelda. Zelda was sweet in her own way, and perhaps she was capable enough, but he had the feeling that she would have called for help at the first sign of trouble, then taken care of it. Miyako... what would she do? Fight until she was an inch within death, then call for help? Arrogant, but... admirable. Not a born fighter, but born to fight.
He felt he could sleep now.
It was mid-morning by the time Link woke up, and the other two were still asleep. There was a note pinned to his tunic and the Selintan soldiers were gone. Only the gore-soaked ground and pile of Tophetian bodies were left. Little mounds scattered about; the graves dug for Selintans who had fallen in battle.
The Hero of Time saw General Khegen's head mounted on a pike in front of the mass of slain Tophetian warriors, and felt a chill come over him.
'A traitor's reward,' he thought sadly. The general had been kind to him during the time they had known each other. It was strange; for what reason did people betray their country and kin? He unpinned the note from his tunic and read it slowly.
Link,
As you can see, we did not wish to wake you three when we left, so that you may gain more rest. The archers have told me of that spectacular fight you had with Ceifeiro (some of them admit to staying behind and watching you), and I decided that you deserved more sleep after such an encounter. You and Lanceton may meet up with us at Tyulia after taking the girl to the Massharte Ruins. Be careful, though; if the Tophetians have come down this far from the northern shore, then they may be using the ruins for their own purposes. If it is not safe, see to it that Miyako returns to Ontharn. I pray that your excursion be a short and safe one.
Gen. Abram Torris
The Hero of Time tucked the note away into a pocket and stood up, wincing at the stiffness in his back. His muscles protested their abuse as he stretched to limber himself.
'A fine day it will be,' he speculated, looking up at the clear blue sky. 'It'll be hot weather for walking, though.' Surely it would only take the rest of the day to walk to the Massharte Ruins, and then another day to head north to Tyulia. By then the Royal Selintan Army would have arrived, and perhaps the battle would still be taking place. Hopefully, he would not miss any action. Even more, Ceifeiro might possibly be there.
"What are you thinking about?" A quiet voice asked. He turned and saw that Miyako was awake, watching him with sleepy eyes.
"About what's going to happen at Tyulia," he replied carefully. It would not do to begin the day with another argument. Saying nothing more, he walked to some higher rocks several chains away to quickly relieve himself.
When he returned, Lance was already awake and stretching. Apparently he hadn't been the only one who'd had a tough time sleeping.
"Bother this, the life of a soldier is lowlier than dirt," muttered the sailor. "I'd not give up sailing for this, nay."
"Where did the soldiers go?" Miyako stood up and winced, rubbing the small of her back with both hands. "Oy, that hurt."
"They left for Tyulia without us," Link answered, rubbing his chin slowly and gazing to the west. "We should get moving as soon as possible. I don't feel comfortable staying here."
"I'll say," Lance agreed, trying not to stare at the indignant pile of bodies near the gorge entrance. "This place, 'tisn't right no more. Not with them bodies o'er there, aye."
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Finals this week. ...I need some caffeine.
"You can't be serious about letting her come along," were the first words from Link's mouth when the general faced him. The elderly Selintan officer sighed deeply, closing his eyes.
"Link... would I could change this... But women are such willful, fickle creatures, and the king has seen fit that she should be indulged until he feels that his debt is repaid. I would not have her along if I did not think that the king would be angry with me, but alas, he would be angry that I did not try to honor her wishes."
"This is a serious matter of war; women should not throw themselves into the fray needlessly. As a girl, a fairly young one at that, Miyako should certainly not be allowed to come to a /battle site/ with trained soldiers. Her best interests in regard, of course." A woman's place was in the home and out of danger, and no amount of feminism would change his thinking; Link had been brought up to protect women and children and to destroy evil. It was not a difficult concept.
"All that you argue on, I wholeheartedly agree with. Yet I do not feel she will understand what you are trying to do. I would send her away in a heartbeat if I had a guarantee that she would be safe traveling to the Massharte Ruins, but after this trick the Tophetians pulled, I feel wary about sending her off. It seems ironic, but perhaps she would be safest with the troops." The Hero of Time shook his head fiercely.
"I don't think so. If it would be all right with, I'll take her to the Massharte Ruins personally, and see that she gets there safe." General Torris appeared to think this over, yet inwardly he was deeply relieved. Trust a hero to defend his morals and convictions to the last. There were times when it seemed hopeless and stupid, but now the general was glad for it.
"If you can convince her, then so be it. I knew I could trust you to press on this matter."
"I don't see why I should leave." Miyako's arms were crossed against her chest and she was watching Link like a person betrayed. Which, naturally, was the case.
"How many times do I have to repeat myself? You shouldn't be anywhere near a battle site, much less one like Tyulia, where there's bound to be... bodies and such lying around. It's not safe and no amount of Selintan soldiers can keep you that way. Not even I could help you if there were many Tophetians. And this isn't your war to fight in the first place."
"What makes it your war?" She snapped. The Hero of Time stopped pacing and ran a hand through his fine blonde hair.
"Selinta is Hyrule's friend and ally, and I am the hero of Hyrule. It is my duty to help friends and allies whenever possible."
"You sound like you're quoting." Her tone lightened just a tiny bit, he noticed.
"I am. I would like nothing more than to ride around Hyrule Field and fight the occasional Stalchild at night, but I'm here instead; weary and battle sore."
"My heart bleeds for you." He glared at her, but detected a hint of a smile around her lips.
'Women,' he thought, turning away to study the horizon. Light was coming soon; to think that he'd spent the whole night sleepless, and now he was standing here arguing battle ethics with a girl. Link suddenly felt even more exhausted.
"As a hero, I understand that you feel like you have to protect everyone from everything, but you don't seem to realize that some people don't need your protection, least of all a lecture on such."
"Aye, you two fight worse than a married couple, so you do. Some of us poor souls are trying to sleep," a grumpy voice called from behind a rocky outcrop.
"Will you hush on that?" Miyako stamped her foot, to Link's startled amusement. "Lance, you're a fool when you've a mind to be, and even one when you've not!"
"Hush on what?" They had been talking before he had approached them, but about what?
"Never mind, it's not important," the red-haired girl suddenly blurted, putting a hand to the side of her face. "Fine, fine. I don't care!" She threw her hands up in the air and exhaled sharply. "I'll go the Massharte Ruins if it'll make your heroic ego sleep easier at night."
"She sees the light!" Lance cried from behind the rocks. "Praise gods, Miyako has seen the light and is changing her ways!"
"We'll leave tomorrow... er, later today, then," Link replied, closing his eyes. "For now, let's just get to sleep." The nineteen-year-old trudged over to the outcrop where Lance was lying, went around to the opposite side, and lay down. Within a minute his breathing had become deep and regular.
"Aye, he's out like a light," Lance muttered when Miyako settled down several yards away. "You probably argued him to sleep. You're such a willful thing."
"I don't mean to be. I just don't think it's fair, that's all."
"Hist, talk like that can get ye branded as a heretic."
"Honestly, Lance, would you stay at home all day and cook and clean and mend clothes? I certainly wouldn't!"
"The gods gave men strength for a reason, and they gave women temperance to deal with men," the sailor replied dryly. "You've a problem seeing what's best for you, and you'll understand when you're older."
"As though you're an old one yourself," she grumbled, closing her eyes. "I think you're wrong. He's very much tired of me."
"Does that make you sad?"
"No! Of course not."
"Hush, I can feel you're lying."
"Well... he is awfully handsome."
"Awfully, as though it were a bad thing, aye."
"Maybe it is. I'm not going to swoon and hang on every word that falls out of his mouth just because he's handsome and happened to liberate me from the East Tower."
"Do you want to? I mean, do you want to swoon and hang on every words that falls out of his mouth?"
"Quiet, it's time for sleep."
" 'Twas an honest question, ger fada, and I don't mean anythin' wrong by it. I thought we were friends."
"We are, Lance, but it's... getting to be very late..."
"Early..." She waved a limp hand, her eyes still closed.
"Be that as it may, I think if he wasn't so trumped up on his ideals of how a girl should act, I would be very much interested in swooning and giggling, but alas, like a man, he is stubborn and persistent. Traits that are useful but mostly annoying."
"It's very nice to know I have your seal of approval, but I thought we all agreed to go to sleep," Link stated purposefully. He grinned when he heard Lance and Miyako gasp simultaneously.
"Matey! I thought— But ye— I could've sworn—" The sailor was utterly lost for words. As for Miyako, her face had gone nearly as red as her hair, and she was trying with all her might to evaporate, but fortunately for her, Link did not see this.
"But I always did think I was fair of face. Thank you for confirming that belief, Miyako." She muttered something indecipherable and buried her face in her arms.
"Quite a scare there, matey, but since we're all bein' honest and sociable like as dear friends, p'raps you'd care to share with us why you're feelin' the need to haul our Third to the Massharte Ruins?"
"As I said before, girls and women alike don't belong on the field of battle. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to her."
"I'm not your responsibility in the first place," Miyako retorted, her blush having almost faded entire.
"No, but if a soldier hesitated to protect you, and no one could get there in time, it would be my fault for not having done all I could to keep you away from Tyulia."
"You two," Lance began affectionately, then stopped, shaking his head. "Aye, I'd trade neither of you, not for anything."
"Anyway, I've already agreed to the go to the Massharte Ruins, so can we just leave it behind?" Miyako sighed, opening her eyes and looking at the brightening sky.
"That's what I said," Link agreed, opening his eyes as well.
"Oh, they agreed on something!" The sailor chuckled. "/Finally/." Miyako picked up a pebble and threw it at her childhood friend. "Ouch! What was that for?"
"Oh, sorry, I mistook your mouth for a big noisy hole." Link lifted a hand to his mouth to smother the laughter that threatened to consume him, but the dark-blue-haired Kreyan heard him anyway.
"Don't laugh at your matey! This calls for retaliation!" Lance sat up and threw the pebble back at Miyako. She tried to dodge the tiny missile but it still hit her. "Still the dead shot that I am, I see."
"Oh, go on," clucked the younger Kreyan. " 'Twas a lucky shot, nothing more."
"At this rate, we'll never get any sleep," Link thought out loud. Lance sighed loudly and stretched.
"Aye, mates, no rest for the weary. Should we make our way to the ruins, then?"
"You're coming along?" Miyako sounded past sleepy and almost unconscious.
" 'Course I am! I'd not let my amicitia fatalis go somewhere without me! What kind of Second would I be, then!" He snorted indignantly. "Not come along, indeed! You've a thick head at times!" When Miyako and Lance began arguing, Link allowed his mind to wander, deciding that sleep was past him.
In truth, he /had / been pleased when Miyako had admitted that he was 'awfully handsome.' It cheered him up; sad, but true. Perhaps... perhaps he badly wanted her to go to the ruins was simply because he could not bear the thought of her getting hurt. A little frightening how quickly he had become attached to her, but then again, it was just as quickly that Lance had become a close friend. Certainly it was amicitia fatalis at work.
She had been right when she had said that he was very tired with her; he was, truly, exasperated, but at the same time, surprised. Had it been Zelda... she would have immediately agreed to go. Perhaps not willingly, but if he saw fit that she should go to the Massharte Ruins, then she would. Because she trusted him to do right, even if it wasn't something she agreed with. Now Miyako... while she was not some crazy, jumped-up girl with notions of women being equals and better than men, she certainly had a fire when it came to making her own decisions. He guessed that she had lived alone for a while and decided everything for herself, what was good and what was not.
Why was there attraction? He had expected to marry Zelda, but... apparently the gods and goddesses had other plans for him. Around Zelda, he felt protective and fatherly, which was strange, but he had always thought of her affectionately and with some tenderness. Around Miyako, he experienced that unsteady feeling he usually had after using a lot of magic, even if it was simply just adding the power of fire or ice to his arrows, or using Din's Fire or Farore's Wind.
He just couldn't be sure of anything anymore, could he? As soon as he thought he had a place to stand, the gods and goddesses would set him to run and keep him on the move. It seemed cruel, but complaining would do no good.
Then, a thought, a revelation...!
"You wouldn't wait for me to save you, would you?" Link said suddenly, surprising the two disputants. "Miyako, I mean. That's why you're angry, because you wouldn't ever be in a position to get hurt if you could help it. Even if you were, you wouldn't call for help because you are just that capable."
"Uh..." Miyako looked helplessly at Lance, who looked just as confused as she did. "Erm...?"
"Never mind." Link settled into a more comfortable position and looked up at the cold fire of the stars fading in the morning light. "I was just thinking, that's all." So he had found what he really liked in her and felt annoyed by with Zelda. Zelda was sweet in her own way, and perhaps she was capable enough, but he had the feeling that she would have called for help at the first sign of trouble, then taken care of it. Miyako... what would she do? Fight until she was an inch within death, then call for help? Arrogant, but... admirable. Not a born fighter, but born to fight.
He felt he could sleep now.
It was mid-morning by the time Link woke up, and the other two were still asleep. There was a note pinned to his tunic and the Selintan soldiers were gone. Only the gore-soaked ground and pile of Tophetian bodies were left. Little mounds scattered about; the graves dug for Selintans who had fallen in battle.
The Hero of Time saw General Khegen's head mounted on a pike in front of the mass of slain Tophetian warriors, and felt a chill come over him.
'A traitor's reward,' he thought sadly. The general had been kind to him during the time they had known each other. It was strange; for what reason did people betray their country and kin? He unpinned the note from his tunic and read it slowly.
Link,
As you can see, we did not wish to wake you three when we left, so that you may gain more rest. The archers have told me of that spectacular fight you had with Ceifeiro (some of them admit to staying behind and watching you), and I decided that you deserved more sleep after such an encounter. You and Lanceton may meet up with us at Tyulia after taking the girl to the Massharte Ruins. Be careful, though; if the Tophetians have come down this far from the northern shore, then they may be using the ruins for their own purposes. If it is not safe, see to it that Miyako returns to Ontharn. I pray that your excursion be a short and safe one.
Gen. Abram Torris
The Hero of Time tucked the note away into a pocket and stood up, wincing at the stiffness in his back. His muscles protested their abuse as he stretched to limber himself.
'A fine day it will be,' he speculated, looking up at the clear blue sky. 'It'll be hot weather for walking, though.' Surely it would only take the rest of the day to walk to the Massharte Ruins, and then another day to head north to Tyulia. By then the Royal Selintan Army would have arrived, and perhaps the battle would still be taking place. Hopefully, he would not miss any action. Even more, Ceifeiro might possibly be there.
"What are you thinking about?" A quiet voice asked. He turned and saw that Miyako was awake, watching him with sleepy eyes.
"About what's going to happen at Tyulia," he replied carefully. It would not do to begin the day with another argument. Saying nothing more, he walked to some higher rocks several chains away to quickly relieve himself.
When he returned, Lance was already awake and stretching. Apparently he hadn't been the only one who'd had a tough time sleeping.
"Bother this, the life of a soldier is lowlier than dirt," muttered the sailor. "I'd not give up sailing for this, nay."
"Where did the soldiers go?" Miyako stood up and winced, rubbing the small of her back with both hands. "Oy, that hurt."
"They left for Tyulia without us," Link answered, rubbing his chin slowly and gazing to the west. "We should get moving as soon as possible. I don't feel comfortable staying here."
"I'll say," Lance agreed, trying not to stare at the indignant pile of bodies near the gorge entrance. "This place, 'tisn't right no more. Not with them bodies o'er there, aye."
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Finals this week. ...I need some caffeine.