[ Link feels it, too. That undeniable pull. It's like his legs are moving on his own, and yet not like that at all, as the desire to return below the Tree is plainly there in his head. But is it his desire? Or some force imposing on them all? The thought of his thoughts and actions not being his own does not sit well with him. It only makes the feeling of dread and exhaustion within him worse.

When he looks at Zhongli, the uneasiness in his eyes is not because of him, but because of... well, all of the everything else. He does his best to give him a respectful nod. ]

No... I'm the one who should apologizes. I probably gave you a weird look just now, didn't I.

[ with a sigh, he looks back down the path in the direction they were coming from. The Tree's Cornerstone is still visible in the distance. ]

What's going to happen to us...? [ he sounds distant, like he wants to heave a deep sigh. ] Even if one of us claims the Oracle... what's the point, if the Tree is dead?