Chess 7
Impa,
Your nephew is dead. I mean, really dead. I watched him die. Idiot that I am, I assumed you would be in the Temple of Time, just like he was when I first met him. He was there again, just like the first time, only it wasn't him, it was someone else, I could see it in his eyes. It was someone else.
But he was trying to make me think that it wasn't, that it was him, just the way he had always been, just the same as always. But I didn't believe him. And then he said he had a secret to tell me, a secret that no one could ever know. Except I already knew. He said he was Zelda, that he always had been, that he had been from the very beginning, and then there was light and the smell of burning and all that was left of him was ashes on the floor. And he was dead and gone and Zelda was there trying to tell me that he wasn't, that he'd been her the whole time, but there they were, the ashes on the ground she thought I didn't see.
She killed him, Impa. First she killed his mind and then she killed his soul. And now she's going to kill me. Once I've served her purpose, she's going to do the same to me as she did to him. I'm going to die for her, whether I want to or not.
It's what I want, I think. I want to forget. If I can forget, maybe I can believe that what I'm doing is right and good. If I forget, maybe it won't hurt any more.
I wish I had been able to say goodbye to him. I wish I could have been able to say to him the things I wanted to say. I wish we could have shared something besides our destiny.
Thank you for trying to help us, Impa.
Long live the princess,
Link, hero of time.