Sep 24, 2009 20:46
[Running water in the background. Well, not so much 'running' as just 'apparent'. Zelda's on the first deck, and thoughtful as ever.]
I am not so desperate for answers. I will acquire them in my own way.
Without questions, however, there is an odd silence. It moves me. It stirs me. It makes me long for something more.
It is sad that my own happiness may be responsible or can be attributed in ruining the happiness for others.
Not everyone can always be happy. We are alive most when we feel everything; pain, sorrow, hatred, anger, love, adoration, contentment, and comfort.
[Zelda sighs softly. She sounds wistful, perhaps.]
I can see so much darkness in my slumber. I feel as though I am dancing along that edge where I will learn something crucial, although what that may be, I cannot say.
For now, I must simply wait and prepare. I must also remain composed.
Away with those that lack collected nature. I will replace them with music.
[Edit: Audio // Added much later.]
Jak. How many fingers do you have? Five, right?
my hero isn't a dream,
jakelda,
this isn't diplomacy; it's ambition,
!jak,
!kevas,
why can't sheik ever tell me things?,
what... is this sensation i feel?,
i'll play where no one can hear,
something foul is afoot,
!razer,
please don't take him away... again,
of hearts that have been moved,
!sarea,
with ears that hear the gods,
!the hero of time