You see me in the media,

Posters, newspapers, magazines,

My smiling face from every side,

Closing in on you like a bird of prey.

I seem free in my wealth and fame,

"Imagine the Freedom"...

Freedom?

What Freedom?

The freedom of having a nosy, perverted fiend

Peeking through your window at every moment of your life?

Or a million men constantly begging at your feet,

With lines like,

Zelda! Zelda!!

I love you, Zelda!

Marry me, Zelda!!

Just a little of your time, please!

They've never even seen me...

Just my goddamn bankroll.

Do they think of who I love?

Of whom I want to marry?

Of who I want to give a little of my time to?

Maybe even all of it.

But no,

He's off with his little ranch girl,

And his pretty little daughter,

And his perfect life,

With manure on his boots,

Just scraping together enough money

To feed the family.

Funny how a life like that seems...

So much better than mine...

But I have money!

I have power!

I don't need him!

I have all the love I need.

...don't I?

Funny how I never really thought about it before...

Impa!

Impa loves me.

Well... she did love me, once...

My father.

Does HE love me?

He couldn't say my favorite color if his life depended on it.

I have...

No love...

No friends...

And one Hero...

Who has another.

She must... disappear.

She and that little brat.

Without them, her,

He would have... nothing.

Not since Saria left.

Not since Ruto married.

Not since Darunia died.

Not since Nabooru went back.

I'm all he has left.

Me, and those stupid ranch girls.

They must go.

They have to die.