[Every inch of her is burdened with guilt; she doesn't have to say anything for him to know it in her expression, her posture, the set of her brow... It is a burden he is all too familiar with. He's had many similar moments with Princess Zelda, musing over the refusal of her own powers to show themselves, lamenting over the heavy burden borne by each of them.
That is to say, this is not the first time he's found himself dreadfully incapable of easing someone else's guilt.
Just the cause of it. That one phrase answers many questions in his mind, thoughts that have strung themselves together over the entire course of his knowing her. The strained way she speaks about memories, the worry over her own powers... No wonder, if this is the nature of them.
Link turns that last question over and over in his mind, thinking quietly on it for some time. His expression is mild, thoughtful, perhaps even somewhat worried. It takes him a while to really begin finding words to answer it. When he does, he sets his riceball down, removing the Master Sword and its scabbard from his back.]
When I was young, I tried to pull a legendary blade from a pedestal. I heard that my country was in danger, and I wanted to use its power to protect my family... [His fingers curl around the scabbard, almost fondly. They've been together for quite a while, by this point. Two old friends who have been through a lot.] It chose me, as it has chosen others who have something to protect throughout its long history. People who will fight, no matter the cost.
[He hesitates again, struggling to find the right words. There is no shortage of heroes in a place like this, it's true. Some people may view them as foolish. But after everything he's been through, every battle he's fought, every loss he's felt--]
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That is to say, this is not the first time he's found himself dreadfully incapable of easing someone else's guilt.
Just the cause of it. That one phrase answers many questions in his mind, thoughts that have strung themselves together over the entire course of his knowing her. The strained way she speaks about memories, the worry over her own powers... No wonder, if this is the nature of them.
Link turns that last question over and over in his mind, thinking quietly on it for some time. His expression is mild, thoughtful, perhaps even somewhat worried. It takes him a while to really begin finding words to answer it. When he does, he sets his riceball down, removing the Master Sword and its scabbard from his back.]
When I was young, I tried to pull a legendary blade from a pedestal. I heard that my country was in danger, and I wanted to use its power to protect my family... [His fingers curl around the scabbard, almost fondly. They've been together for quite a while, by this point. Two old friends who have been through a lot.] It chose me, as it has chosen others who have something to protect throughout its long history. People who will fight, no matter the cost.
[He hesitates again, struggling to find the right words. There is no shortage of heroes in a place like this, it's true. Some people may view them as foolish. But after everything he's been through, every battle he's fought, every loss he's felt--]
... The danger is worth it. Always.