[ Those words make Link open his eyes. When he looks to John, there's a subtle and soft but noticeable thread of skepticism on his face. He's... happy that there's hope for him, back in his world...? That strikes him as such a strange thing for a Zenite to say. Happy for you, but looking forward to taking that possibility away at the same time? Or perhaps John is not as committed to Yima's promise as some other Zenites are? He tries to remind himself of that, to tell himself that he knows nothing about this man except that he needs people's fears to survive, but... well. They're here in these tunnels in opposition to each other. And even though the state of this sun-blasted Kenos and the fate of the Tree seems to have foreclosed either of their factions from obtaining their goals, Link's understanding continues to be that if the Zenith wins, he will never see his home again. Not Zelda, not Sidon, not any of the rolling green hills or snow-capped mountains or palm-lined beaches. None of it.
He does not feel anger towards John. The man has done nothing to offend or upset him specifically. It's this damned world and the damned position it's put them all in that has him looking away as John asks his follow-up question. Instead of answering immediately, there is a short silence in which Link begins to rifle through the rocks around his feet, looking for a sharp one to use to draw his blood for their Trade. ]
...yes. Or, that's the idea.
[ ah. here's a good rock. Link holds it up in the low light of the glowing lichen, dragging the pad of his thumb over its sharp, arrowhead-like edge. John's question is... sticking in his mind, actually. He's not done answering it, but he finds himself having to take another moment to choose his words, between his exhaustion and frustration and the influence of the Zenith still tainting his soul. ]
I mean... everything we know about it is from legends... [ he trails off, considering. then: ] It showed itself ten thousand years ago, and was defeated back then as well... and even before that, for thousands of years, over and over. It used to be... a man. Or that's what the myths say. A man who wanted to rule in place of the monarch with divine right, so fervently that his malice stays with him between lifetimes.
[ So in other words, to more directly answer John's question....... no, actually. He would save his Hyrule, but the Hyrule of future generations is cursed to face the same threat over again. But the weight of this does not seem to have struck Link, even after explaining it. It's so inherent to his universe, so central to his own sense of self and his role to play in the Goddesses' eternal conflict, that he has never truly questioned it. ]
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He does not feel anger towards John. The man has done nothing to offend or upset him specifically. It's this damned world and the damned position it's put them all in that has him looking away as John asks his follow-up question. Instead of answering immediately, there is a short silence in which Link begins to rifle through the rocks around his feet, looking for a sharp one to use to draw his blood for their Trade. ]
...yes. Or, that's the idea.
[ ah. here's a good rock. Link holds it up in the low light of the glowing lichen, dragging the pad of his thumb over its sharp, arrowhead-like edge. John's question is... sticking in his mind, actually. He's not done answering it, but he finds himself having to take another moment to choose his words, between his exhaustion and frustration and the influence of the Zenith still tainting his soul. ]
I mean... everything we know about it is from legends... [ he trails off, considering. then: ] It showed itself ten thousand years ago, and was defeated back then as well... and even before that, for thousands of years, over and over. It used to be... a man. Or that's what the myths say. A man who wanted to rule in place of the monarch with divine right, so fervently that his malice stays with him between lifetimes.
[ So in other words, to more directly answer John's question....... no, actually. He would save his Hyrule, but the Hyrule of future generations is cursed to face the same threat over again. But the weight of this does not seem to have struck Link, even after explaining it. It's so inherent to his universe, so central to his own sense of self and his role to play in the Goddesses' eternal conflict, that he has never truly questioned it. ]