[ Zelda's brows furrow together and disbelief floods back into her expression. Once, she did feel angry and betrayed, heartbroken that he left her when he so ardently promised he wouldn't. But anger can't burn forever (at least, not for Zelda), so it eventually smoldered and died, leaving behind only the aching sadness that she would never see him again.

And now she's finally seeing him again, after all this time, a wish she had long since given up on finally being fulfilled-- and he questions whether she genuinely wants to? ]

Why wouldn't I?

[ It's a rhetorical question and it's clear in her tone that she doesn't want an answer.

She takes a step closer to him, and then another, steadily closing the distance between them until she's only an arm's length away. He's still taller than her, so she still has to lift her chin in order to look up at him. ]

All these years gone, do you truly think I would not wish to see you again? [ She fixes him with her gaze, searching his face for some explanation as to why he would think something so foolish. ] Satan, I-- I tried for weeks, for months, to call you back to me. When I returned here last year, I sought you out in hopes that you had been brought back too, even though I know that isn't how this world works. How can you think I would not want to see you again?

[ The more she speaks, the more heated her tone becomes. A few angry little tears prick the corners of her eyes. How can he look at her and doubt how ardently she wanted to see him again? ]