"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Karrah asked. She and Ren were reasonably far behind Ganondorf and she guessed he wouldn't be able to hear them, at least not clearly. Ren didn't reply and Karrah sighed, stopping to look at her.
"There is a reason you don't like me, and I don't think it's because you're a racist bitch. So tell me, why is it you hate me so much?" Ren looked at Karrah, but didn't reply, instead simply glared at her. Karrah sighed and rubbed her head.
"You find me a threat, don't you? You think that Ganondorf might be attracted to me for some strange, unfathomable reason."
"What in all this bloody, forsaken world gave you that idea?" Ren asked, obviously on edge.
"I saved your life, I'm taller than you, who knows what else you find threatening? I'm closer to Ganondorf's height?" Karrah shrugged.
"You think I'm worried that he's interested in you? You're just a fricken donskachi, willing to sell herself to the next available man. What would he see in you?"
"I don't know, but it's the only thing I can think of that would make you hate me so much. I mean, you're the one who said I reminded you of this Nim character!"
"You know, maybe I just can't stand the sight of you, let alone when I have to stand down wind of you." Ren scowled and Karrah raised her eyebrows, unimpressed.
"You kidding me? Just admit that I make you feel insecure. It's written all over your face, Ren. I'm not as blind as I look and I wasn't born yesterday."
"You as good as were."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ren started counting off on her fingers.
"Well, you're naïve, have lost your memory, don't know your own name –"
"Can kick your arse if I wanted to, so don't push it sister."
"I'm not your sister and I am unbelievably happy about that. Who'd wanna share your mumma and who'd want to be related to you? It's hard enough putting up with being near you, taking out of the equation the fact you'd be dead if we'd grown up together." Karrah didn't respond for a moment, not moving.
"You know something, Ren?" She whispered, "I wish I hadn't saved you back there. I wish that the sheikah had killed you. Then I wouldn't have to put up with your voice anymore." Karrah turned and walked away. Ren didn't bother trying to stop her. Karrah didn't know where she was going, but quite frankly she didn't care and she just kept walking.

When Karrah started paying attention to where she was, she decided that she was thoroughly lost with no real way of finding her way back to Ganondorf and Ren, though she still didn't overly care. She turned around when she heard a low whistle from nearby.
"Well that was entertainment. You know, a couple more minutes and there would've been a full on cat fight, I think is the American, no, sorry, my mistake, Texan way of putting it. Ren always was fussy about that. 'Texas isn't part of America'. Well, sorry. I'm afraid it is, geographically speaking."
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Karrah asked, taking a step towards the newcomer. The newcomer lowered her hood and half smiled, her red hair tied back from her face and an eye patch over her left eye.
"I'm the person that is gonna make sure you return safely to Dragmire and Ren and am the one who apparently you remind them of at times, though quite frankly I think I'd have had Ren in a more uncomfortable position." She smirked and mock bowed. Karrah shook her head.
"They were joking about me reminding them of anyone, I'm sure of it. I don't even know who I am."
"Sure you do. You're Karrah, what does it matter who else you are? Figure that out as you go along, it's all part of the fun."
"That's just it. I'm not Karrah, that isn't my real name. I don't know what is."
"So? Nim isn't my real name. Wasn't what I was named as a baby, but it's what I'm called now, and it's who I am. Hell, I haven't been the girl I was named since I was nine, growing up with a king when he's going through puberty ain't fun I tell ya. You should have seen all his pimples. Hard luck for the poor fellow, growing up with a bunch of women. Oh, and me. I hardly went a day without taunting him about his beautiful pimples. Though, he did always get some form of payback." Nim looked thoughtful as Karrah's mouth dropped open slightly.
"YOU'RE Nim? But, you don't look like… you're not exactly… what?"
"Confused are we? Well, let me help you. I'm not exactly hylian, though technically speaking I am. However, I was raised by an extremely antisocial woman and her son, until she died and he accused me of being an f-ing witch. Then I was found and raised by the gerudos until I was almost fourteen pretty much. That work for you? So even though I kinda am Dragmire's sister, I also kinda ain't."
"That isn't very good grammar." Karrah said. She couldn't help herself. Nim grinned.
"I don't give no damn about how good me grammar is, all that really matters is that you understand me, yeah? Now then, let me give you some good advice in what I hope is reasonable grammar for your poor little mind to understand, alright?" Nim smiled in a friendly way and Karrah nodded, "Good. Now then, it doesn't matter who you were yesterday. Hell, I used be a girl who wore dresses and made dairy chain crowns and necklaces for her dear Grandmamma. Now I'm someone who will quite happily slice someone's guts out and feed it to the keese in small, bite sized pieces, if I'm really good while the person is still alive and conscious. For all you know, you used to be a not-so-noble donskachi, selling yourself on to the next man without a moment's pause. However, that's in the past, and you can't remember your past. Though what I just said might be true, chances are it isn't and chances are, you had a family that cared about you and loved you. That is equally bad in my opinion, but oh well. But who are you now, Karrah? Someone who can't move on from an unknown past, or someone who can move on through the hard times? The past doesn't matter so much as the future. And this had better bloody well have helped, because quite frankly I hate doing the whole inspirational speech thing. They're so boring." Karrah looked thoughtful for a moment and rubbed her eyes.
"Why is it that Ren hates me so much? Is it because she sees me as a threat?"
"Well, that, and the fact that quite frankly she thinks you're pathetic. And quite frankly, at the moment you're right. Sure, you're a good fighter, but you aren't strong mentally and she can't respect you, doesn't see anything to respect. Welcome to the overly complicated world of Ren, the fifteen or so year old girl with a weird mark under her eye. Who also happens to be my best friend," Nim shrugged, "Hope the talk helped and hopefully I won't see you round. By the way, don't tell them you saw me. They won't be happy. Head in a general that direction and your two paths should cross." Nim vaguely pointed to her right and Karrah started walking away, then she turned back.
"Wait, how am I supposed to figure out who I am?" But it was too late and Nim had vanished, "Man she's quick." Karrah turned to walk away again, but again she stopped. This time she had a proper look around where she was, confused. It wasn't just a 'where am I' look, but a more thorough one, as though she was looking at something and yet couldn't quite see it through a shimmering wall of heat or piece of frosted glass.
"This place… have I been here before?"

"Come on, hurry up!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Just because you've started learning how to fight doesn't mean I have!" A young Karrah chased after a girl slightly shorter than her, but also slightly older, looking at the face.
"But I want to show you what they showed me!"
"You know Mother is going to kill us if she finds us here."
"She overreacts. We're not that far away, they could hear us if we got into trouble."
"And it'd take them too long to get here to do anything to help us, or have you forgotten what happened to the last two kids that came out here without supervision?" Young Karrah challenged, hands on hips, "They never came back. No one knows why and quite frankly, I don't want to be the ones to find out."
"Cucco."
"Don't start that again, Im. Please don't start that again. You can show me what you were taught today, but can we please just do it at home?"
"Fine, be a spoil sport." The older girl drew the 'fine' out, as though to give the young Karrah more time to think, but young Karrah didn't change her mind and the two girls walked away, the older one dragging her feet just a little.

Karrah frowned.
"I know that girl, I've seen her somewhere, not in that memory, somewhere else," She shook her head, trying to think and yet not being able to because her mind felt thick and heavy, as though it were filled with fog, "'We're not that far away'…" She looked back over her shoulder and her frown deepened a little, as though she were trying to come to a decision, then she started walking, not to where Nim had told her to go, but up a slight hill. To where, she wasn't too sure, but something told her that this was a better idea than going to find Ganondorf and Ren.