Once, long ago, back when 'normal' was something I could taste, something I could feel; back when there wasn't a set definition for 'normal'.
I was told to never raise my sword unless it was absolutely needed.
But things have changed now, and as I hack away at these fiends, I find those words written on the smudged blood left on the blade.
"Grrrah!"
Sometimes, I wonder why I even remember them. I think I've disobeyed that order more times that I can count.
I didn't have to pick up this blade, I didn't have to save the world. I didn't have to accept this damned fate. I didn't have to save her.
But then again, when it came to Zelda, there was never much of a question.
So I'll hack away until I find her. I'll disobey my elders. I'll strip away my humanity.
I'd stop the world from spinning if it'll save her.
