[She can't even argue any of that. As much as she might like to try. Her memories revisit the sight of Zant striking her people down. Just like that, they were gone. Those who stood at her defence, anyway. Those wise enough to even attempt running were simply warped and changed. She'd not been able to save all of them and it was unrealistic to assume she could have.

She hates how this talk makes her chest feel tight. She hates how much truth she finds in his words. She hates how much she resonates with what he says. It's a conversation that makes her feel very human.

Soft. Vulnerable. Weak? It makes her want to scoff and brush it all beneath some proverbial rug.]

Something you've undoubtedly had to endure, it seems. No wonder you're so determined to play the role of the hero. You must be aching to make return to your world, to continue doing what you do best.

[And just like that, she hides herself behind levity. Which appears to be loving his people. As a good ruler ought to. She won't say it, but there's a part of her that feels that Dimitri must be very well loved by those who would call themselves his. He sounds like a very good leader. The kind of leader that Zelda likely would have liked a great deal.]