[She wears an expression almost mournful in tone, regretful, as if she bears the weight of something that chips away at the mischievous girl beneath. He has seen that expression before, has more than once turned to find another Zelda, his Zelda, bearing the same face, taking on burdens far heavier than anyone should have to carry.
... Whatever he thinks of his own destiny, at least he chose it for himself.
All the same, Link soaks up every word of her description, filling a place in his heart he did not know was there, tracing the map of a heritage he barely knew existed. The other Link, the one already in Reverein -- would he feel the same, knowing others that bear their name and their fate? Would he listen with rapt attention, pulling similarities out of so many words?
We grew up together.] You were friends.
[He can't place precisely why he focuses on that detail, only that it seems of late that their destinies are intwined more intricately than he could ever imagine. Link feels drawn in some small way to this Zelda, as well; to the smaller Zelda in his dreams. But it feels different. He sees something of himself in the way she describes her knight, her Link.
His Zelda. Her Link. As he says those words, fragments of sympathy and understanding work their way into his expression.
The moment is thin and, perhaps, a little desperate on his part. His own will is strung to two extremes: wanting to keep his pain close, to hoard it and keep it secret, or to find someone with whom he can share. It is a difficult choice.
One he does not make, just yet. For now, he turns his attention to the more tactile parts of her description. Skyloft. The Surface. Something so familiar. He has mapped every inch of the islands that appeared before Hyrule. There was evidence of Zonai life, there, but could there have been more?]
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... Whatever he thinks of his own destiny, at least he chose it for himself.
All the same, Link soaks up every word of her description, filling a place in his heart he did not know was there, tracing the map of a heritage he barely knew existed. The other Link, the one already in Reverein -- would he feel the same, knowing others that bear their name and their fate? Would he listen with rapt attention, pulling similarities out of so many words?
We grew up together.] You were friends.
[He can't place precisely why he focuses on that detail, only that it seems of late that their destinies are intwined more intricately than he could ever imagine. Link feels drawn in some small way to this Zelda, as well; to the smaller Zelda in his dreams. But it feels different. He sees something of himself in the way she describes her knight, her Link.
His Zelda. Her Link. As he says those words, fragments of sympathy and understanding work their way into his expression.
The moment is thin and, perhaps, a little desperate on his part. His own will is strung to two extremes: wanting to keep his pain close, to hoard it and keep it secret, or to find someone with whom he can share. It is a difficult choice.
One he does not make, just yet. For now, he turns his attention to the more tactile parts of her description. Skyloft. The Surface. Something so familiar. He has mapped every inch of the islands that appeared before Hyrule. There was evidence of Zonai life, there, but could there have been more?]
A barrier...between land and sky?