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[in the corner of a tavern in town sat one Hero Without End. Various sheets of paper were strewn around on the table he was sitting at. Some had been filled completely with either Ancient or Modern Hylian, others had music scores drawn over them and still more had a combination of both.
Things had been building up, and coming out to talk to someone about it wasn't a habit he'd ever recalled having -
He did once, a long time ago. Before becoming a Hero, hadn't he sought comfort from those close to him?
- There's a soft groan as he stops writing momentarily to rub his eyes. The dreams had always been a nightmare to wake up from, the comfort he had from playing and conducting was gone and, for the first time, he wanted to simply forget everything. All the memories Link had fought to keep... Wouldn't it just be easier to just have to deal with them on a life to life basis rather than being baited?]
...
'If they are the stories, then we would be the collections,' huh? [leans back to stare up at the ceiling momentarily] Would that mean we have no identity?
[he would never be the one they were waiting for]
[with a light shake, he blots out what was written and sets the paper aside to dry before pulling another sheet and starting over again]
Things had been building up, and coming out to talk to someone about it wasn't a habit he'd ever recalled having -
He did once, a long time ago. Before becoming a Hero, hadn't he sought comfort from those close to him?
- There's a soft groan as he stops writing momentarily to rub his eyes. The dreams had always been a nightmare to wake up from, the comfort he had from playing and conducting was gone and, for the first time, he wanted to simply forget everything. All the memories Link had fought to keep... Wouldn't it just be easier to just have to deal with them on a life to life basis rather than being baited?]
...
'If they are the stories, then we would be the collections,' huh? [leans back to stare up at the ceiling momentarily] Would that mean we have no identity?
[he would never be the one they were waiting for]
[with a light shake, he blots out what was written and sets the paper aside to dry before pulling another sheet and starting over again]