[ Though he sought Mipha out from the very moment his eyes first opened, here now in this place just as he did every morning as a child, when he finally sets eyes upon her, he's not ready.
It's altogether surreal, seeing her again. Hearing her voice, like out of a distant dream. She's exactly as she was in his memories, love and warmth radiating from the very essence of her being. She's the one who taught him that home is not a place but a feeling you get, and that feeling lingered in the shimmering pools and spiraling stairways of Zora's Domain long after she was gone. That is and always has been the sheer power of her.
He really thought she'd come back.
He remembers that. He'd been too young to understand, that much is true, but he feels as though even if he'd known the full scope of what her role as a champion meant, what they were truly up against, he still would've believed that she'd come home.
Love could move mountains, after all, and no one loved as readily or as deeply as his sister.
Even as soon as yesterday, as recently as his last memory before waking in this place, he still hadn't gotten used to it. The idea that he'd have to live the rest of his life without her. That he wouldn't see her again. That she wouldn't still come walking down the path and open her arms to him, telling him she was home and he'd done a good job.
And now she's here.
She's right here. ]
Sister... [ Her name escapes him in a breath of air. He takes a half step forward. He knew she'd be smaller than in his memories, but she's so small. When did he get so big? When did everything change? ]
You're... You are even more beautiful than in my memory.
[ Because he couldn't speak to her, in his memories. Couldn't reach out and pull her into his arms, as he does now, dropping down on both knees to envelop her. ]
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It's altogether surreal, seeing her again. Hearing her voice, like out of a distant dream. She's exactly as she was in his memories, love and warmth radiating from the very essence of her being. She's the one who taught him that home is not a place but a feeling you get, and that feeling lingered in the shimmering pools and spiraling stairways of Zora's Domain long after she was gone. That is and always has been the sheer power of her.
He really thought she'd come back.
He remembers that. He'd been too young to understand, that much is true, but he feels as though even if he'd known the full scope of what her role as a champion meant, what they were truly up against, he still would've believed that she'd come home.
Love could move mountains, after all, and no one loved as readily or as deeply as his sister.
Even as soon as yesterday, as recently as his last memory before waking in this place, he still hadn't gotten used to it. The idea that he'd have to live the rest of his life without her. That he wouldn't see her again. That she wouldn't still come walking down the path and open her arms to him, telling him she was home and he'd done a good job.
And now she's here.
She's right here. ]
Sister... [ Her name escapes him in a breath of air. He takes a half step forward. He knew she'd be smaller than in his memories, but she's so small. When did he get so big? When did everything change? ]
You're... You are even more beautiful than in my memory.
[ Because he couldn't speak to her, in his memories. Couldn't reach out and pull her into his arms, as he does now, dropping down on both knees to envelop her. ]
Welcome home.