[Zelda is silent, fingers squeezing against her arms. She would like to believe that. Truly, she would. But it's difficult to imagine her father being anything but disappointed, or dismissive. If she casts her mind back to her earliest, dimmest memories, she remembers a loving man who was affectionate with her. After her mother passed, though... the distance between them grew deeper and deeper.]
Perhaps. [She heaves a sigh. There had been a feeling, when she left Hyrule Castle. Just for a moment. That someone was watching over her. And despite her misgivings she thinks she knows who it was.] He never had a kind word for me when he was alive though.
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Perhaps. [She heaves a sigh. There had been a feeling, when she left Hyrule Castle. Just for a moment. That someone was watching over her. And despite her misgivings she thinks she knows who it was.] He never had a kind word for me when he was alive though.