That day was like any other, he went to the field to herd up the goats, one of which who decided to try and knock him off his horse.
Like any other time, he headed back into the village to go home.
As every other time, he stopped to talk to a few people along the way.
It was an every other time, that day so much like the others, until he found himself face to face with the one person he didn't want to face, who he had tried to ignore by acting like it was every other day. They were quiet, a recent change that hadn't always been welcoming, and the only sound between them was the brushing breeze along the long grass that had managed to grow. It was something he had tried to put off, but knew it would eventually catch up to him. So here he was, waiting for them to speak first, but knowing they couldn't.
Falling to his knees in front of them, he kept his stare glued to the headstone, the last object left of that one person. A friend, younger than him, but still with such a spirit that had sometimes inspired something in himself.
"It's not your fault Link." Ilia came up behind him and rested a hand on his shoulder. He didn't say anything, or even act like he had heard him.
"Come on, I'll… make you something to eat." She said, adding pressure to his shoulder. He stood and started to walk along beside her, but not before she heard him whisper agonizingly.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you Colin."