It's funny. You would expect no life to be down this deep, but the golden wolf works its way toward the woman. There's a quiet howl--mournful, almost. One of recognition. She isn't sure what to say. What to feel or do. And so instead, she sits in front of Zelda, the one red eye she has left watching. What can she even do... that would fix both of their mistakes? Even if this is what she's so desperately worked for all this time in her death, it feels so hollow, to see Zelda like this. To see all they loved abandoned. ]
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It's funny. You would expect no life to be down this deep, but the golden wolf works its way toward the woman. There's a quiet howl--mournful, almost. One of recognition. She isn't sure what to say. What to feel or do. And so instead, she sits in front of Zelda, the one red eye she has left watching. What can she even do... that would fix both of their mistakes? Even if this is what she's so desperately worked for all this time in her death, it feels so hollow, to see Zelda like this. To see all they loved abandoned. ]