[The phantom Master Sword fades, and Link finds himself grasping for it within its final moments. Don't go-- A friend, or more, perhaps, her back turned to him, facing down her own destiny...
He wonders, sometimes, if it is his legacy to lose. To come back from those losses, scrambling to get at any advantage he can possibly muster. The sword disappears, in the end; it was not real to begin with, he reminds himself, but the hollow pit in his chest still remains. The real sword is with her, of course. Zelda. His Zelda.
This girl, this Zelda, seems to wear a wistful sadness that matches his own. Missing someone not so unlike he is -- bearing the heavy weight of their absence.]
Hylia's symbol. [A statement, not a question. There is no one else whose symbol would so fittingly be placed in something so symbolic.
He's quiet for a moment at her words, still reeling, a bit, from the apparent similarities he shares with this predecessor, seemingly beyond just a name. He has come to care for the other one known as Link in this world. He likes to think they're friends. But his hopes and dreams...they had sounded quite dissimilar. Someone who stumbled upon his destiny, rather than seeking it out.
It-- takes a moment for him to realize she's spoken again.]
I... [Now, he finally must put words to it. It's more difficult than one might think. So, to start, he nods.] ... Would you tell me about him?
[There are so many other things he wants to ask, too, eventually. Things without form, without substance -- questions that have not yet taken on a shape. For now, he'll start with this, as they traverse the maze.]
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He wonders, sometimes, if it is his legacy to lose. To come back from those losses, scrambling to get at any advantage he can possibly muster. The sword disappears, in the end; it was not real to begin with, he reminds himself, but the hollow pit in his chest still remains. The real sword is with her, of course. Zelda. His Zelda.
This girl, this Zelda, seems to wear a wistful sadness that matches his own. Missing someone not so unlike he is -- bearing the heavy weight of their absence.]
Hylia's symbol. [A statement, not a question. There is no one else whose symbol would so fittingly be placed in something so symbolic.
He's quiet for a moment at her words, still reeling, a bit, from the apparent similarities he shares with this predecessor, seemingly beyond just a name. He has come to care for the other one known as Link in this world. He likes to think they're friends. But his hopes and dreams...they had sounded quite dissimilar. Someone who stumbled upon his destiny, rather than seeking it out.
It-- takes a moment for him to realize she's spoken again.]
I... [Now, he finally must put words to it. It's more difficult than one might think. So, to start, he nods.] ... Would you tell me about him?
[There are so many other things he wants to ask, too, eventually. Things without form, without substance -- questions that have not yet taken on a shape. For now, he'll start with this, as they traverse the maze.]