[ Link swallows, feeling relieved for her to have dropped the issue — at least, as far as he can tell. His situation is so complicated, and his feelings on it even moreso. It's always been difficult to explain himself — because he doesn't fully understand it either. If anyone ever encouraged him to express his feelings, they have long since left that dusty, dark room where all his memories of his old life were once kept. His father, his sister, friends, teachers... Was there once a time when Link was encouraged to talk about himself? To voice his doubts and regrets and fears?
If there was, those people are all dead. Long dead. Whispers in the back of his mind, present but as invisible as a breeze. ]
What you... see?
[ Fortune-teller...? He's never had his fortune told before. Whatever it is that would actually entail... ]
no subject
If there was, those people are all dead. Long dead. Whispers in the back of his mind, present but as invisible as a breeze. ]
What you... see?
[ Fortune-teller...? He's never had his fortune told before. Whatever it is that would actually entail... ]
Like... seeing into the future? You can do that?