[ Link may feel like he struggles with words, but the things he does manage to say are always poignant to Zelda.
"I no longer wish to dwell on things that can't be changed."
Link may feel like he struggles with words, but Zelda often finds the things he does say to be remarkably poignant. Dwelling on things that can't be changed... That's what they've been doing, isn't it? All this time that they've been back in Songerein together, the shadow of their future, of the ultimate sacrifice that Zelda will one day make, has loomed over them like a curse. The princess has chased it single-mindedly, as if the opportunity might be lost if she doesn't grab onto it fast enough. But she knows from Link that it is an inevitability; he has seen the dragon she will become, along with the Master Sword safe in her care. The dragon, and the crisis that necessitated her sacrifice to become it, is suspended in time in the waking world. As long as they are here, dreaming, Hyrule remains as it is, as if in stasis.
(Distantly, Zelda wonders if this state of being is anything like the one she will experience as an ageless dragon. To take that form is not only to shed her mortality and her sense of being, but to break free from the shackles of time. A dragon exists outside the flow of time, unbound by its rules, not unkillable but functionally immortal.)
Tension she didn't know she was holding in her shoulders slowly seeps out of her. Her features soften, lines in her forehead fade. Just live. Just be in this moment—not the past, not the future, simply this moment right now. ]
I... I would like that.
[ Already, her heart feels a bit lighter for those words. ]
I would like to just live for a little while... with you.
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"I no longer wish to dwell on things that can't be changed."
Link may feel like he struggles with words, but Zelda often finds the things he does say to be remarkably poignant. Dwelling on things that can't be changed... That's what they've been doing, isn't it? All this time that they've been back in Songerein together, the shadow of their future, of the ultimate sacrifice that Zelda will one day make, has loomed over them like a curse. The princess has chased it single-mindedly, as if the opportunity might be lost if she doesn't grab onto it fast enough. But she knows from Link that it is an inevitability; he has seen the dragon she will become, along with the Master Sword safe in her care. The dragon, and the crisis that necessitated her sacrifice to become it, is suspended in time in the waking world. As long as they are here, dreaming, Hyrule remains as it is, as if in stasis.
(Distantly, Zelda wonders if this state of being is anything like the one she will experience as an ageless dragon. To take that form is not only to shed her mortality and her sense of being, but to break free from the shackles of time. A dragon exists outside the flow of time, unbound by its rules, not unkillable but functionally immortal.)
Tension she didn't know she was holding in her shoulders slowly seeps out of her. Her features soften, lines in her forehead fade. Just live. Just be in this moment—not the past, not the future, simply this moment right now. ]
I... I would like that.
[ Already, her heart feels a bit lighter for those words. ]
I would like to just live for a little while... with you.