Apr 08, 2009 01:34
[When she speaks, it is soft and halting, with a hollow ring to it. It may seem almost like the tone of one recently finished a long bout of weeping and sobbing, but there is no hint of that in her tone. She is simply quiet. Distant. Perhaps a little lost.]
Five days and then a year. A year since I was brought here, to End World. A year since that day, that battle. Or has it been? They come and go and it is evident time revoles differently, it slips through fingers or crawls over, smothering. And what of them? What of them that have been left behind?
How long has it been for them? And how have they fared in it? How have they moved as the world moves on around them? I have every faith in them, and yet I fear, and would be a fool not to. And all the rest dead -
there were - there are others who can help them now. But what beyond that... and Link... He is no ruler, 'tis true. And how does he work now with that curse, that wretched curse? But he will. He will endure. They all will, and I know that in my heart.
And then... The Triforce... If what Sheik said is true, and it only makes sense... Then without me...
Without my part of it acting as another anchor...
Goddesses.
It has to hold. It will hold.
It will all hold.
[She smiles a small, humourless smile, audible in the small, humourless 'hmph' she makes, and then sighs softly.]
I never would have thought it possible to gain so much in one hand and yet to lose so much through the other...
homesick,
woe