Impa felt her fingers twitch, eyes shut tightly, jaw tense as she tried to restrain herself from movement. She was standing guard on what could not be termed as anything more than a cell, listening to her nephew's screams.

He didn't need to watch. He didn't need to use his Seer's Eye to observe the Hero is his temple.

A ragged scream tore from the Last Sheikah's throat, his head thrown back. Cracked fingernails dug into the floor, arms shaking with exertion before the pressure of his muscles dragging back snapped the nails closer to the beginning, jerking back. His fingers were bloody. Tears streamed from his eyes tickly, screams choking off for a moment before he began again with renewed pain.

He didn't need to watch, but he did. To punish himself, Impa knew. How could he do this to a man that had lost so much in his life? How…? Her fists tightened as she heard another unbearable scream.

And he was screaming, feeling pain, loss, despair, hopelessness… engulfing darkness… because Link refused to completely.

Completely.

And utterly.

Because thanks to Sheik's 'help,'

He had lost his soul.