[Zelda looks at him with a strange familiarity, as if she's looking through him and into the past, into another version of himself...
Link knows that this is not unusual, in a way. There has always been a hero, in Hyrule's darkest hours. There is often a girl named Zelda, sometimes a princess and, apparently, sometimes just Zelda. But he...he has only met one Zelda, and she was the one who knew him. There is a difference between knowing something and seeing it in action.
It-- it doesn't feel uncomfortable so much as...like standing in someone else's house, waiting for them to give permission to move around.
There's a certain wistfulness in her words that makes him wish, just for a moment, that he could be that for her. Was her hero a friend, then? Someone she had known before their lives turned into a fight for destiny? He had known his Zelda too, somewhat, but in the service of saving their country. He had grown up under the shadow of the Calamity; he couldn't imagine being something like childhood friends with her.]
I am, [he ventures after a moment. A knight. Something he had dreamed of, worked for, since childhood. The feeling that surges through him is unnameable, indescribable, knowing that some ancient predecessor had hopes and dreams so similar to his own. His heart is full -- of what, he cannot say.
His gaze instead follows hers to the paraglider. This, too, is a trusted companion, like the Master Sword; a tool that has saved his life so many times he could never possibly count them all. He holds it out for her, with a certain fondness in his expression and in the way he holds it. On closer inspection, it's somewhat different from the sailcloth she remembers. A different color, a sturdy frame, but at its core, the same shape and symbols she had lovingly stitched into it, passed forward through time, through countless generations.]
The paraglider?
[This, too, ignites that same feeling in his heart. This predecessor with whom he seems to share so much-- he wonders what the other must have been like.]
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Link knows that this is not unusual, in a way. There has always been a hero, in Hyrule's darkest hours. There is often a girl named Zelda, sometimes a princess and, apparently, sometimes just Zelda. But he...he has only met one Zelda, and she was the one who knew him. There is a difference between knowing something and seeing it in action.
It-- it doesn't feel uncomfortable so much as...like standing in someone else's house, waiting for them to give permission to move around.
There's a certain wistfulness in her words that makes him wish, just for a moment, that he could be that for her. Was her hero a friend, then? Someone she had known before their lives turned into a fight for destiny? He had known his Zelda too, somewhat, but in the service of saving their country. He had grown up under the shadow of the Calamity; he couldn't imagine being something like childhood friends with her.]
I am, [he ventures after a moment. A knight. Something he had dreamed of, worked for, since childhood. The feeling that surges through him is unnameable, indescribable, knowing that some ancient predecessor had hopes and dreams so similar to his own. His heart is full -- of what, he cannot say.
His gaze instead follows hers to the paraglider. This, too, is a trusted companion, like the Master Sword; a tool that has saved his life so many times he could never possibly count them all. He holds it out for her, with a certain fondness in his expression and in the way he holds it. On closer inspection, it's somewhat different from the sailcloth she remembers. A different color, a sturdy frame, but at its core, the same shape and symbols she had lovingly stitched into it, passed forward through time, through countless generations.]
The paraglider?
[This, too, ignites that same feeling in his heart. This predecessor with whom he seems to share so much-- he wonders what the other must have been like.]