[ This is a sentiment Akua knows well, and the soft chuff of water creates ripples across the water. She does not blame him, for the first time that this realization struck, it has destroyed many a hero and villain. What was the point of fighting, if it was such an eternal cycle? Why suffer, why languish like this, over and over, and over again?

Why fight to succeed when being the smartest and most capable achieved nothing? When some hero with an overly-inflated sense of purpose could simply end a villain in the middle of speaking?

Oh, she knew this well. ]

The will of the gods is, perhaps, the most difficult thing to understand. Perhaps it is not your goddesses alone that direct it, but the forces of balance, as well. Your goddesses must have a dark mirror to reflect the darkness in your world, and there is often an... inability to fully affect them. To change the rules, even if they wanted to.

[ Another sigh. ]

It is often the will of those whom can see the True scope of it, who are not so constrained, to do it for them.

[ She turned her eyes to Link, then. ]

We did it, in my world. Or... I thought we had. Before it was destroyed, and we arrived here.

We had just done it. Broken the cycle, to have our potential new future taken away.

I understand what it is, to have only tenuous hope.