[ Withholding her heart from what it desires most is probably the cruelest thing Zelda could do to herself. Forbidding herself from exploring and experiencing her feelings for Link would be no protection at all; it would be nothing short of torture. No matter what, she must someday face death (or eternal undeath, as it is), and the only things things that give her strength are the prospect of doing so without regrets and the knowledge that she will at least have the company of her memories throughout the lonely eons she will spend as the Light Dragon.
As she reads those simple words, her cheeks turn pink. He's right, she's deeply in love with Link, but seeing it spelled out so plainly (especially from someone like Somnus), makes her heart flutter in her chest. ]
I am. I think I have been for a long time now.
[ And admitting that in writing is somehow the most exciting and terrifying thing ever. ]
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As she reads those simple words, her cheeks turn pink. He's right, she's deeply in love with Link, but seeing it spelled out so plainly (especially from someone like Somnus), makes her heart flutter in her chest. ]
I am. I think I have been for a long time now.
[ And admitting that in writing is somehow the most exciting and terrifying thing ever. ]