16 - PAfH; [Audio // Common]
[Sheik is gracing the caves. He's doing his own investigation. And no, he won't be saying what for. As per the usual, he carries his harp on him and plays it as he speaks.
It looks like Zelda didn't get a choice in the matter this time. Sheik is operating off of intuition.]
Like the song of a flowing river,
Like the whisper of an idle breeze,
How precious life can sometimes appear.
Like the clipped wings of a bird,
Like the tears of a child,
How confined this life can often be.
Beautiful Goddesses...
Have you forsaken your ever dutiful follower?
How incomprehensible.
There is both nothing and everything here.
There is both a feeling of utter completion, and also a feeling of utter emptiness.
So I must ask...
What is it you have possibly done to her?
It looks like Zelda didn't get a choice in the matter this time. Sheik is operating off of intuition.]
Like the song of a flowing river,
Like the whisper of an idle breeze,
How precious life can sometimes appear.
Like the clipped wings of a bird,
Like the tears of a child,
How confined this life can often be.
Beautiful Goddesses...
Have you forsaken your ever dutiful follower?
How incomprehensible.
There is both nothing and everything here.
There is both a feeling of utter completion, and also a feeling of utter emptiness.
So I must ask...
What is it you have possibly done to her?