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After a few hours judging by the sun's movement, I'm still not breathing. But I can see. I feel disassociated from my body, like I'm in an empty shell. I still feel the pain. Pain everywhere, exploding inside me again and again. I try hard to close my eyes, or to let go — to die already. This is more horrible than anything else could ever be.

I can't even shift my focus. I only see up, the tops of pine trees, the birds. I hear chirping, but it feels like my head's underwater; the sounds are all muffled. Replaying everything over and over again in my head, I wonder if I should've teleported away, or whistled for a Loftwing, if one would come. I hear even the rare wild ones come when you whistle.

It starts raining, and I feel the raindrops drip down my face as if I were crying. I have good reason to cry. I have many good reasons to cry; I always have. But never did I let the tears out. Maybe that's why I'm here — I let all my emotions stay inside, then it finally exploded like a bottle of soda someone shook.

This is worse than depression. Depression I can deal with. It's just a hole in my chest. This is like a thousand knives and being burned alive all at once.

I'm sorry.

I can't think anything else other than I'm fucking sorry. I have no idea who I'm apologizing to. I will myself to move, even to blink, just to do something, to get out of this wet, sad rain and under a tree, even. That's all I—

A fox trots over and looks at me curiously. It's eyes shine with... something other than primal instincts... knowledge. It looks smart. The fox sits down and watches me from above, head peering down over my eyes, blocking the rain.

It licks my face.

I try to move my hand for only Hylia knows how long, straining and straining until it moves just a centimeter. The second it moves at all, I lose my sight again. I flex my hand, hoping it stays this way and I don't drop dead at an unconvenient time, and I sit up. It's still raining, a fast, stormy rain now, and I feel my hair and clothes sticking to me.

I pick up the Sheikah Slate and sign into it:

"Destination: Vah Medoh."

. . .

Sidon:

Sitting, yet again, in my room. It's too late for studying but this keeps me distracted from the zillions of thoughts that swirl around in my head. I can't stop replaying what happened over and over and that really isn't helping but I can't stop.

I'm not allowed to leave the domain, and that really sucks, because I can't go look for him. It's funny how when I say him I only ever mean one person.

I snicker to myself, remembering how much I hated him when I was younger. This was a very long time ago—Link was thirteen, maybe.

Mipha was giggling at a joke Link had just told. I thought the joke was funny too, but I don't want to laugh.

"You know," she said, fingering the bright green stripe in his hair, "if you need anything, I'm on house arrest," I remember where he got that stripe, or at least what he told Mipha. The forest children did it.

"Yeah, sure," he mumbles, smiling, then catches sight of me. "Oh hi Sidon," He always said my name wrong. Si-DUN. Clearly there's an O there. I crossed my arms with a humph, and they started laughing. His laugh is pretty.

"Oh, stop being silly," Mipha said between giggles. Her laugh sounded like tinkling bells...

I remember, clear as day, how much I absolutely despised him. It's almost ridiculous how it's the absolute opposite now.

"Bitch," I mumble, exiting Medoh's interior. I did all the terminals within a half-hour. To be honest, I'm getting real pissed off at these monks. Their trials are so useless and I end up with less than what I had when I started.

"Happy now? Here's another trial finished!" I yell into the cold air. "Give me back what you took, you bastard.

I'll give you back what I took - at a price, of course.

"At this point, I don't care anymore." he snickers, mumbling 'foolish, foolish'.

Here's your voice. Enjoy it...

Suddenly, I feel a force slamming into my stomach, and I bend over, winded. I feel like I'm... exploding inside. Something is probably broken. Blood drips from my mouth at an alarming speed, splattering in a puddle beneath me. I groan, and try to reply to the monk, but nothing comes out.

I guess my voice really did come back.

I teleport away.