Link blinks. Not the kind of response he was expecting.
And not the kind of question he's good at answering, either. Zelda would know. Zelda would have an answer. But Link isn't Zelda; he's only Link.
Still, he thinks about it. Tries to pull together some kind of response.
"...The world," he says. "People. Animals. Plants. Spirits." He couldn't tell you why or how all of those things were real. But he knew they were, anyway.
Perhaps that's why he'd been so surprised to hear Shu describe herself as an illusion. Because she was a person. She was real. How could she not be?
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Date: 2025-01-31 11:01 am (UTC)And not the kind of question he's good at answering, either. Zelda would know. Zelda would have an answer. But Link isn't Zelda; he's only Link.
Still, he thinks about it. Tries to pull together some kind of response.
"...The world," he says. "People. Animals. Plants. Spirits." He couldn't tell you why or how all of those things were real. But he knew they were, anyway.
Perhaps that's why he'd been so surprised to hear Shu describe herself as an illusion. Because she was a person. She was real. How could she not be?