This is from Link's view on what's going on with Lelia.
Crimson blood flowing down
The cold blade against the warm skin...
Hopeless she was
Letting herself lose herself,
In her insanity...
What a shame...
She thinks there is nothing to her,
There is, but she doesn't see it...
She denies the sympathy...
Just as if she was a shadow...
Will she lose herself,
Completely?
We would reach
Our hands out
But she won't take any help...
She needs to show her wounds,
The only way to save herself...
Please,
Take our hands,
Breathe,
Live,
And not let the crimson blood flow down...