I can't give specific instructions but I imagine it isn't much different than those last fleeting seconds before that hunter pulled the trigger.
[He smiles gently at the Light Dragon, walking a bit away so he could stand off to one side, to keep both versions of Zelda in his peripheral vision.]
Everything dies eventually, Miss Zelda. Nobody truly lives forever. And when you're face to face with your end, it feels like standing on a cliff overlooking the water, knowing that you have no choice left but to jump. The waters are dark, and you have no idea what waits for you below the surface. It could be far shallower than you think, killing you instantly on hidden sharp rocks, or it could be far, far deeper than you ever imagined filled with strange new creatures.
But you can accept what's happening. You don't have to like it -- we spend our entire lives running from death -- but you have the choice to face it head-on. When you do, that's when you close your eyes, take a breath, hold the memories of those you care for close...and jump.
[The illusion of Alastor in his living form vanishes but, for just a moment, Alastor looks like a blend of his demonic self and his human one: His irises are still red but his sclera are white. His hair and ears have turned brown where the red used to be. Even his claws seem a bit blunter, their color gone dark rather than the vicious red tips they'd been. His clothing had changed from various forms of red to a brown coat with ribbons of white symbols flowing along it and his shirt had turned white.]
Everything dies, but it's not an ending. It's just making room for new life to thrive.
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[He smiles gently at the Light Dragon, walking a bit away so he could stand off to one side, to keep both versions of Zelda in his peripheral vision.]
Everything dies eventually, Miss Zelda. Nobody truly lives forever. And when you're face to face with your end, it feels like standing on a cliff overlooking the water, knowing that you have no choice left but to jump. The waters are dark, and you have no idea what waits for you below the surface. It could be far shallower than you think, killing you instantly on hidden sharp rocks, or it could be far, far deeper than you ever imagined filled with strange new creatures.
But you can accept what's happening. You don't have to like it -- we spend our entire lives running from death -- but you have the choice to face it head-on. When you do, that's when you close your eyes, take a breath, hold the memories of those you care for close...and jump.
[The illusion of Alastor in his living form vanishes but, for just a moment, Alastor looks like a blend of his demonic self and his human one: His irises are still red but his sclera are white. His hair and ears have turned brown where the red used to be. Even his claws seem a bit blunter, their color gone dark rather than the vicious red tips they'd been. His clothing had changed from various forms of red to a brown coat with ribbons of white symbols flowing along it and his shirt had turned white.]
Everything dies, but it's not an ending. It's just making room for new life to thrive.