[ Echoing against the recesses of his soul, transferred inadvertently through the heightened Communion that exists here below the dead Tree, Link hears it too. He feels it, that single, simple concept that carries a sentiment just as applicable to his world as it was to John's. The world is always ending.
The world is always ending.
Every time the Calamity had been defeated, it was not a true defeat. It was simply a resetting of the clock. A gift of peace to many lucky generations of Hyrule, paid for in the blood of the unlucky generation born around Ganon's subsequent reawakenings. A cycle that has gone on for tens of thousands of years in his world, each colossal disaster erasing hundreds of years of prosperity and wiping clean the slate of written history.
This concept hits him so hard, and so suddenly, and yet resonates with him so thoroughly as the truth, that Link nearly finds himself physically reeling from it. He's still blinking, reaching up with his shard-bearing hand to lay over his heart in an instinctive gesture of disquiet, as John continues to talk. Somehow, he manages to listen through the roar of the Zenith blazing within his Shard, his words acting like a gallon of gasoline thrown into the flames. ]
No. No, the... the Goddess wouldn't let that happen.
[ But even as he says that, he knows that it isn't true. Or, maybe it could be, but it's certainly not something that can be said with confidence. After all, the Calamity happened in the first place. More horrifying is the thought that what John is talking about has already happened. Hyrule is gone. They'd failed. If it never comes back, then... that was that. Ganon prevailed in the end, before the end. ]
You... [ He takes a ragged breath. ] Why are you saying these things?
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The world is always ending.
Every time the Calamity had been defeated, it was not a true defeat. It was simply a resetting of the clock. A gift of peace to many lucky generations of Hyrule, paid for in the blood of the unlucky generation born around Ganon's subsequent reawakenings. A cycle that has gone on for tens of thousands of years in his world, each colossal disaster erasing hundreds of years of prosperity and wiping clean the slate of written history.
This concept hits him so hard, and so suddenly, and yet resonates with him so thoroughly as the truth, that Link nearly finds himself physically reeling from it. He's still blinking, reaching up with his shard-bearing hand to lay over his heart in an instinctive gesture of disquiet, as John continues to talk. Somehow, he manages to listen through the roar of the Zenith blazing within his Shard, his words acting like a gallon of gasoline thrown into the flames. ]
No. No, the... the Goddess wouldn't let that happen.
[ But even as he says that, he knows that it isn't true. Or, maybe it could be, but it's certainly not something that can be said with confidence. After all, the Calamity happened in the first place. More horrifying is the thought that what John is talking about has already happened. Hyrule is gone. They'd failed. If it never comes back, then... that was that. Ganon prevailed in the end, before the end. ]
You... [ He takes a ragged breath. ] Why are you saying these things?