Link, Hero of Hylia (
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[This just hasn't been their week, has it? Link the Elder addresses the network with a heaviness in his throat once again.
But that distinction in his title doesn't actually mean anything anymore, does it?]
I regret to report that as of...
[He has to double check the date.]
today, August sixth, it is confirmed that Link the Younger is no longer with us. As for his fate, I cannot be certain. He just... isn't here.
[Something Link is sure most of the other 'visitors' to this world are well familiar with, by now.]
I wish him the best.
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[Link can be found in the Younger's room, sitting quietly on his hammock with his legs on the floor. He holds the sheathed Master Sword with his hands rested on its pommel, tip supporting it upright against the floor. His head is bowed, almost in prayer.
But Link never prays.
On the floor is a pouch made from a Dondongo's stomach containing five bombs. The Ocarina of Time rests on the desk. This is what's been left behind.]
But that distinction in his title doesn't actually mean anything anymore, does it?]
I regret to report that as of...
[He has to double check the date.]
today, August sixth, it is confirmed that Link the Younger is no longer with us. As for his fate, I cannot be certain. He just... isn't here.
[Something Link is sure most of the other 'visitors' to this world are well familiar with, by now.]
I wish him the best.
[action]
[Link can be found in the Younger's room, sitting quietly on his hammock with his legs on the floor. He holds the sheathed Master Sword with his hands rested on its pommel, tip supporting it upright against the floor. His head is bowed, almost in prayer.
But Link never prays.
On the floor is a pouch made from a Dondongo's stomach containing five bombs. The Ocarina of Time rests on the desk. This is what's been left behind.]
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I'm sorry.
[His voice is quiet, almost careful.]
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As if looking at the empty room, as if talking about it... would break the desperate illusion she was clinging to that it just wasn't true. That this was just a nightmare... that things hadn't really gotten worse.-
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Still unable to see properly, the ninja keeps his eyes closed and rests a hand on each side of the door frame to help with his sense of space.]
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