[Something heavy settles in his chest as he absorbs the totality of what Zelda is saying. The sting of loss is not so fresh, now, as it was during the Calamity, the first moment when he had heard of their companions' deaths. Nothing could quite match the devastating weight of that moment, the first moment when he thought --what if we lose?-- and then hung his head under the shame of the very idea of it.
They had lost so much. Now they lose him again -- it may hurt less, by fractions, but it still hurts, and he wonders -- will there ever be a time when their lives are not marked by loss?]
I was glad to give him closure.
[They might have had even more than that, in another place and time. Could they have ever become friends, he and the Rito warrior? Whatever the case, he...he really was grateful to be able to look him in the eye and tell him the task was done. Their spirits could rest easily. Whatever the case, he was able to express, he hopes, that his victory was in part due to Revali's actions and his sacrifice.
Zelda puts her weight against him, and he feels her, her warmth, her solid presence. But she, too, is lost to him, and even if he did not think of it all the time --he does-- his dream served only as a reminder of that reality. Here only in dreams...
He wraps an arm around her, pulls her in close enough to plant a small kiss at her temple.]
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They had lost so much. Now they lose him again -- it may hurt less, by fractions, but it still hurts, and he wonders -- will there ever be a time when their lives are not marked by loss?]
I was glad to give him closure.
[They might have had even more than that, in another place and time. Could they have ever become friends, he and the Rito warrior? Whatever the case, he...he really was grateful to be able to look him in the eye and tell him the task was done. Their spirits could rest easily. Whatever the case, he was able to express, he hopes, that his victory was in part due to Revali's actions and his sacrifice.
Zelda puts her weight against him, and he feels her, her warmth, her solid presence. But she, too, is lost to him, and even if he did not think of it all the time --he does-- his dream served only as a reminder of that reality. Here only in dreams...
He wraps an arm around her, pulls her in close enough to plant a small kiss at her temple.]