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[ The wind that blew across Hyrule field in the wake of Calamity Ganon's sealing was the only sound that broke the quiet after Zelda's question.
May I ask... do you really remember me?
Zelda is used to her hopes being crushed violently beneath the foot of disappointment, but the look of apology and reluctance on Link's face after she had asked it was enough to ruin her as fiercely as the death of her friends and family did. He knew her. He saw her face and smile when he found the Master Sword again, but it wasn't a Zelda he had spent so much time with. Suffered with. The Zelda he knew was a figurehead and a princess, not a friend and a scholar.
She spent years of her life grasping for the power that would be used to save her kingdom. She didn't find it until the last possible moment, but she never gave up in that time. Mainly because Link didn't give up on her. He was a comfort, he was a pillar when the steady and courageous Princess of Hyrule wanted to topple. He was her protector and he was the one love of her life that was the key to everything.
And he didn't remember her.
Swallowing down the despair that locks up in her throat is a struggle, but she manages. That last time she broke down was in front of him, but he doesn't know that Zelda. In some ways, she doesn't know this Link. He's a stranger. Can he still be called the man she fell in love with if he has no recollection of the time they spent together?
Her fists clench at her sides and she exhales, slowly. He must not have visited the twelve pictures she had saved in the slate specifically for him to regain his memories. She can't fault it. Not when it meant he was that much closer to saving her. Besides... besides! They have time now. So much time, all the time she had begged for 100 years ago.
They can find his memories, together. She's the reason behind him losing them, anyway. She was the one that made the order to take him to the Shrine of Resurrection. If her power could bring them back, wouldn't that be convenient? ]
Open your slate. [ She orders in the same soft voice she used to wake him from his slumber. ]
May I ask... do you really remember me?
Zelda is used to her hopes being crushed violently beneath the foot of disappointment, but the look of apology and reluctance on Link's face after she had asked it was enough to ruin her as fiercely as the death of her friends and family did. He knew her. He saw her face and smile when he found the Master Sword again, but it wasn't a Zelda he had spent so much time with. Suffered with. The Zelda he knew was a figurehead and a princess, not a friend and a scholar.
She spent years of her life grasping for the power that would be used to save her kingdom. She didn't find it until the last possible moment, but she never gave up in that time. Mainly because Link didn't give up on her. He was a comfort, he was a pillar when the steady and courageous Princess of Hyrule wanted to topple. He was her protector and he was the one love of her life that was the key to everything.
And he didn't remember her.
Swallowing down the despair that locks up in her throat is a struggle, but she manages. That last time she broke down was in front of him, but he doesn't know that Zelda. In some ways, she doesn't know this Link. He's a stranger. Can he still be called the man she fell in love with if he has no recollection of the time they spent together?
Her fists clench at her sides and she exhales, slowly. He must not have visited the twelve pictures she had saved in the slate specifically for him to regain his memories. She can't fault it. Not when it meant he was that much closer to saving her. Besides... besides! They have time now. So much time, all the time she had begged for 100 years ago.
They can find his memories, together. She's the reason behind him losing them, anyway. She was the one that made the order to take him to the Shrine of Resurrection. If her power could bring them back, wouldn't that be convenient? ]
Open your slate. [ She orders in the same soft voice she used to wake him from his slumber. ]
