[If you were my Master-- is that what this offer is, then? An attempt to fake a part of the connection that would have been forged if the contract had worked? Even so... it's dizzying, the thought of being so open with another person. Surely, she thinks, not every single piece of his life has been written down as exacting as he says. Surely there are parts that have remained purely his own, untouched by a poet's pen.
Surely, she thinks, because she knows that is how the Hero of Time will be remembered.
The world shifts around her, but she pays it little mind, more focused upon the confusion and inner turmoil Caster's words have stirred inside her head. Are they still holding hands? Because she's going to stare at that if they are, like their interlaced fingers will tell her what she's supposed to think about this if she just stares them down long enough.]
I-- I do not... understand what is selfish about it, exactly...
[She offers after a moment, hesitantly, the simplest part of this conversation that she's having difficulty figuring out.]
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Surely, she thinks, because she knows that is how the Hero of Time will be remembered.
The world shifts around her, but she pays it little mind, more focused upon the confusion and inner turmoil Caster's words have stirred inside her head. Are they still holding hands? Because she's going to stare at that if they are, like their interlaced fingers will tell her what she's supposed to think about this if she just stares them down long enough.]
I-- I do not... understand what is selfish about it, exactly...
[She offers after a moment, hesitantly, the simplest part of this conversation that she's having difficulty figuring out.]