"Fine, if you don't want to help me, see if I care. I can make you want to help me."
The words vanished, and Link opened his eye-wait. No, no, this wasn't right. This was fundamentally wrong. This was. Well, whatever it was, it wasn't what he was used to. He had just, just gotten used to the idea that he would be living the life of a young Deku sprout until further notice. Or three days. Whatever. And now? Now it seemed that he was looking down on the land he had found himself in just a day before.
Who had said the words that he had heard, as though waking from a dream? He vaguely remembered the events of the previous day. He had gone and done some ridiculous favors for some ridiculous people (ridiculous by his standards, and he was pretty certain he'd accidentally become engaged to a fish girl last summer, or was that several summers ago?), and all of that was to get him access to the... the Skull Kid! That was it! The Kid, that damnable child, had... what had he done? He had asked Link a question. Something about helping play some jokes on Termina, the new land he was in. And of course, he had looked up, and there had been the Moon.
Oh, the Moon! The beautiful, violent Moon. When Link had set his eyes upon the glorious satellite, it had... well, "grimaced" is really the appropriate word to use in the situation, but Link had felt it in his heart. It leapt. He wasn't really sure why, but that was unimportant now. What was important was trying to figure out why he was flying. Flying wasn't something he could do, last he checked. And though he had been through a lot in the past few years, it was still somewhat easy for him to check his personal capabilities. And though the magic piece of the gods embedded in his body allowed him a great many things, the ability to defy the pull of gravity was not, last he checked, one of those things.
So something else was keeping him aloft. Well, perhaps if he turned his h- ah. That would be it. That would be why. Somehow, some way, he had become the Moon. There would have been a time when he had panicked and hyperventilated in this situation (or, as much as one can hyperventilate when one apparently has no lungs), but when he took stock of all the crazy things that had happened to him in a relative time frame of about two years, he didn't even know what to say. He'd spent almost a year in the body of a young adult, but not quite long enough to know what he wanted out of life. And then the way he had felt when he had looked at the Moon! Hell, it was all too much to deal with. Panic would be later. Now was figuring out...
The hell with it. Right now was seeing if he could break orbit. (He could.) Right now was seeing if he could motor away from the planet's embrace under his own power. (He could.) Right now was seeing how far away from this hell he could get before the cold and the dark overwhelmed him.
On the surface of the planet, the Moon waited in the body of a young Deku child. The Moon was patient. It had waited for millions of years for this moment. It could wait another day. The thought that it might need to breathe never occurred to it, as the Great Bay rushed in to shatter the walls of Clock Town.