[Zelda stops short, blinking in surprise at Mipha. Is she enjoying it? These aren't the kinds of questions she asks herself. A more common refrain in her mind is are you doing enough? what else can you do? if you had done more, would Hyrule have lived? It's quieter these days than it used to be, but still there.
She looks down at their hands for a moment, then musters up a response. She can't just fall silent in a reverie.]
I'm not unhappy. Although I'm not entirely sure I know what to do, with all of this. [This freedom, as Mipha put it. She remembers the confused look that passed Link's face when she admitted she hadn't tried for a research job yet.] My path was set, but now the road is gone.
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She looks down at their hands for a moment, then musters up a response. She can't just fall silent in a reverie.]
I'm not unhappy. Although I'm not entirely sure I know what to do, with all of this. [This freedom, as Mipha put it. She remembers the confused look that passed Link's face when she admitted she hadn't tried for a research job yet.] My path was set, but now the road is gone.