I… have returned. It is I, the lord of woe. And I bring you…

            Yes, it was the Smith speech. Thank you. *sweat-drops*

            Roi looked up from the book she was reading as Zelda appeared in the room. "Did you…?" She asked, and stopped as she saw the sheer misery on Zelda's face. The Hylian Princess just collapsed into her arms, and started to cry. "What happened?" Roi asked, gingerly rubbing her back.

            Zelda looked up. "He… he… killed himself…" she started to cry even louder. "And… I never told him I…" she choked back the words, and just cried. Roi held her, and started to cry herself.

            "Why? Why… why would he…" Zelda put a finger to the younger woman's lips.

            "Details wouldn't be good for you… just… remember him as you knew him… he would have wanted it that way…" Zelda looked up at the stars. Roi paused, and stroked back Zelda's hair.

            "What didn't you tell him?"

            Zelda sobbed. "I had never said… I had never thanked him… he had done all these things for me, and… I can not remember once… thanking him…" the Princess started to cry again. Her ears just started to droop, and Roi patted her on the back as she started to cry even harder. "The man… I loved… and…"

            A few minutes later, Zelda had calmed down enough to go to her room without Roi asking either Samus or Peach to go with her and make sure she didn't injure herself. She closed her eyes. "I guess I'll tell Marth…"

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            Marth just stared at Roi as she told him. He shook his head. "No… he… he couldn't have…" Roi opened her mouth. Marth stood up, and angrily glided to the window. He looked outside. "Quiet! How dare you play… play…" he went quiet.

            Roi moved over to him, and gently rubbed his shoulders. "Marth… please… why do you think I would lie?" She asked, feeling his strong muscles tense. "He was my friend, too…"

            Marth spun around, furiously. "BE QUIET!" He said, and slapped her.

            Roi fell back, shocked. Marth stared at her in horror. "Oh… oh… Oh, Roi, I'm… I'm so sorry…" He held his hands together. "It's… it's… I'm…"

            Roi rubbed her cheek. "Why… I…" she ran from the room, her face downcast. Marth took off after her.

            "Roi… please… I'm sorry… I didn't want to hurt you…" He stared at her fleeing back, and felt incredibly sad.

            He chased her through the empty halls of the Smash HQ, always one step behind her. "Roi!" They were in the park now, and her footsteps had stopped at the fountain. He could see her shadowy figure just staring into the waters, at her reflection. Occasionally, the sound of tears splashing into the water sounded.

            Marth stepped closer. "Roi… I'm sorry… I just…"

            She didn't look up. "It's amazing… what difference magic can make… I've never taken the opportunity to really look at myself since that spell… But I hardly resemble my old self…" Roi sighed. "You don't need to apologize, Marth. I understand… I just don't know what you want me to do to change it… I should be sorry. Link is dead, and I'm no longer the boy who had been your friend…" she just collapsed onto the bench. "This is all my fault…"

            Marth strode to her. He paused, and then just sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around the crying girl. "No… it's not your fault… Link made his own… he made his own choices, and… and… you're still my friend…" and more…

            Roi leaned her head back on his shoulder. "Thank you…" she whispered through the tears, and the confusing vortex of feelings that flowed through her soul. Slowly, and gently, she leaned her head up, and kissed him, locking her lips with his.

            Marth started, surprised. But he surrendered to the passion he sensed they both shared, and pulled her into him. They sat there for a while, drawing strength from each other.

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            It was later that night. Roi looked over at the slumbering Marth, who had decided to sleep in the chair of her bedroom. She whispered, both to herself, and to him, 'Is it… possible for me to love you?'