Indeed, it is one thing to know the truth in his bones even as he rails against it; it is another thing entirely to hear her say it. She who perhaps did not save Hyrule, but protected it for an entire generation on her own. She who has had Champions and Sages and Heroes all at her side. She whose return was welcomed by her people with open arms.
She who is his better in every way that matters. Is that not itself insult enough—]
Do you think I don't know that...?! Because I tried! And I failed! And I have watched my country burn for seven years because of it!
[His voice pitches high, wild and manic, as his eyes burn with tears born from feelings he can no longer suppress. His arm burns too while he continues to struggle, bitingly cold, like dry ice in her grip. It would be almost unbearable were it not for a thin strand of warmth pulsing through the chill, a familiar, glimmering feeling struggling against the tide of nostilium coursing through Sheik's body. A struggle it is, unfortunately, losing as his desperation grows.
He's never told her where he was when Hyrule fell, never said what he was doing or why he didn't follow the Princess that day. He still doesn't, not really, even as the dam cracks under its own weight.]
I do not need you to lecture me about what I can and cannot save!
[The storm swirls overhead, crackling with lightning as it looms over the ranch, the dark clouds reaching down towards Zelda's dome of protection like covetous grasping talons. For as long as power - in any guise, in any form - exists, there will always be those that desire to take it for themselves.
And the power within Sheik has been so elusive for such a very long time...]
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Indeed, it is one thing to know the truth in his bones even as he rails against it; it is another thing entirely to hear her say it. She who perhaps did not save Hyrule, but protected it for an entire generation on her own. She who has had Champions and Sages and Heroes all at her side. She whose return was welcomed by her people with open arms.
She who is his better in every way that matters. Is that not itself insult enough—]
Do you think I don't know that...?! Because I tried! And I failed! And I have watched my country burn for seven years because of it!
[His voice pitches high, wild and manic, as his eyes burn with tears born from feelings he can no longer suppress. His arm burns too while he continues to struggle, bitingly cold, like dry ice in her grip. It would be almost unbearable were it not for a thin strand of warmth pulsing through the chill, a familiar, glimmering feeling struggling against the tide of nostilium coursing through Sheik's body. A struggle it is, unfortunately, losing as his desperation grows.
He's never told her where he was when Hyrule fell, never said what he was doing or why he didn't follow the Princess that day. He still doesn't, not really, even as the dam cracks under its own weight.]
I do not need you to lecture me about what I can and cannot save!
[The storm swirls overhead, crackling with lightning as it looms over the ranch, the dark clouds reaching down towards Zelda's dome of protection like covetous grasping talons. For as long as power - in any guise, in any form - exists, there will always be those that desire to take it for themselves.
And the power within Sheik has been so elusive for such a very long time...]