[ Such an open-ended invitation to talk is difficult for Link to grapple. He isn't open with his feelings on the best of days, nor is he very good at expressing himself in those rare moments when he's willing to verbalize them. As good as he is with a sword, as strong as his body is, as experienced as he's become battling evil creatures and demons... There's been little occasion to talk about what's going on inside his heart. And how could there be? There's no time to dwell on feelings when what his world needed from him was to act.

Still. Somehow, as he gazes at her, his expression continues to soften, until it starts to resemble resignation. He's so tired. ]

...I don't know what to say. I don't know what use there is in saying anything.

[ He looks down into his half-empty sake cup. ]

I guess it's the... the judgment. Springstar making me out to be a traitor and a hypocrite... Highstorm pretending to act nice, but treating me like I'm useless... I want to be angry, but what if they're all right?