[ she wouldn't blame him if he collapsed here. it would be normal, and terribly simple of him. zelda has always been of the mind that simple would be best, would have suited them in another life. it is heart-breaking to know that it always, always, always misses him. it would be nice, she thinks, if she could help another zelda have a normal life with him, then. one more apology for the basket.

then, he breaks her silent prayers with a short assertion. zelda's fists find her hips and she leans forward, smiling easily. this is balm for the soul, in comparison. ]

You focus on yourself and I'll have no reason not to be.

[ simple as that.

the girl named zelda with the spirit of the goddess weighing her down takes a step back, raises a hand, and signals— the gum breaks apart easily, releasing the shackles on the stal. with a war cry, it raises it's chainsaw, revs it up and breaks for it.

zelda, on the other hand, is falling back: an idea is forming in her mind, but it will require a great deal of strength and concentration on her part to pull off. tracking the skeleton foe with her predator-like gaze, zelda keeps note of their positions in the hallway. ]

Link, [ comes her voice, commanding and aware. ] That sword has the ability to purify darkness. If that foe is made from malice, it'll be no match for your combined strength. [ he can do anything. she knows he can. ]