[With her, he almost responds, but instead he pauses briefly, thinking over what to say. Repeating her words to himself. Her frustration, her perception of their fight...she's always been so preoccupied with her guilt over her powers that he's not sure if she realizes how united they all were. She lost just as much as the rest of them did.

Thoughtfully, he picks up a stray leaf from the roof, twirls the stem between his fingers.]

When I first woke up, one of the first places I went was the Temple of Time. [He pauses, returning his mind to that moment. The striking first view of Hyrule from the Great Plateau. The ruined remains of the Temple. The light-washed statue of the Goddess Hylia.] I barely remembered anything. Who I was, how to fight...

[A faint flicker of smile as he glances in her direction. As grave as the situation was, it was not without bits of humor -- he spent no small amount of time throwing sticks at Bokoblins, after all.]

... I didn't know why, but I felt moved to gather some flowers to place at the foot of the Goddess statue. Five of them. Much later I realized that they were for the Champions-- and you.

[Maybe it's not the most straightforward way to get at what he means, but it's the only way he can think of it right now. The Champions, trapped in their divine beasts; the Princess, fighting alone to keep Calamity Ganon sealed long enough for Link to come back... Not one of them is free from the hold of the Calamity.

Sora said something to him about memories of the heart. He wonders how true that is, now -- even if he couldn't remember them, perhaps his heart was mourning for the sacrifice they had made.]

You paid a price, too. You still do.