Something in his expression eases a bit, as if that's something he needed to hear. For a long time, he's felt as though he failed the Princess, the Champions, the people of Hyrule. Had he doomed them all to their trapped existences? How was it fair, then, that he remained free? Could he really do anything for them...? Perhaps those thoughts weighed more heavily on him than he realized. Perhaps he just needed to know that he was able help her, even in such a small way.]
Hm, [he begins, somewhat noncommittally, pausing before answering the question.] I remember someone trying to feed me a frog. [His eyes slide in her direction, that same faint smile returning for a moment. Yes, he does remember...or at least, there are certain things he remembers. He pauses a moment, thoughtfully.]
Recent things are more clear. The Calamity, the Champions... ["Recent" in a manner of speaking, he supposes. The Calamity happened a hundred years ago for him -- fifty, for her. But his long sleep in the shrine means that it feels like much less time has passed, now that he's recovered some of his memories.] I vaguely remember drawing the Master Sword. Things before that...
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Something in his expression eases a bit, as if that's something he needed to hear. For a long time, he's felt as though he failed the Princess, the Champions, the people of Hyrule. Had he doomed them all to their trapped existences? How was it fair, then, that he remained free? Could he really do anything for them...? Perhaps those thoughts weighed more heavily on him than he realized. Perhaps he just needed to know that he was able help her, even in such a small way.]
Hm, [he begins, somewhat noncommittally, pausing before answering the question.] I remember someone trying to feed me a frog. [His eyes slide in her direction, that same faint smile returning for a moment. Yes, he does remember...or at least, there are certain things he remembers. He pauses a moment, thoughtfully.]
Recent things are more clear. The Calamity, the Champions... ["Recent" in a manner of speaking, he supposes. The Calamity happened a hundred years ago for him -- fifty, for her. But his long sleep in the shrine means that it feels like much less time has passed, now that he's recovered some of his memories.] I vaguely remember drawing the Master Sword. Things before that...
[Well. She saw the dream.]