[ Even through the stabbing headache, Link can make out the Ocarina of Time. His eyes widen, though he immediately squeezes them shut as the extra light hurts his head. He fumbles in his own tunic for his version and holds it out, cracking open an eye to check on the two.
What had happened to Zelda? Why was she so... so...
He couldn't see any difference between his Ocarina and hers. It made sense to him if that there wasn't - if he'd been taken from before she had been, then wouldn't he still have it, if he hadn't already given it back? Time wasn't difficult to understand, but -
But then her words slice through the pain, stab into his awareness, and make him look right at her, surprise plain on his face. ]
You... you send me back...?
[ ... She sends him back...
... He's not... sure... how to feel about that. Even his uncertainty about Zelda's behaviour is washed away in that revelation. ]
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What had happened to Zelda? Why was she so... so...
He couldn't see any difference between his Ocarina and hers. It made sense to him if that there wasn't - if he'd been taken from before she had been, then wouldn't he still have it, if he hadn't already given it back? Time wasn't difficult to understand, but -
But then her words slice through the pain, stab into his awareness, and make him look right at her, surprise plain on his face. ]
You... you send me back...?
[ ... She sends him back...
... He's not... sure... how to feel about that. Even his uncertainty about Zelda's behaviour is washed away in that revelation. ]