We both were in the Beyond, looking for what Meridian had planned. We were separated.
[ Morosely, the elf looks down at his naked hands. Pale scars on dark skin, calluses from years and years of battle with blade and bow. His ears collapse a little, folding down along the line of his jaw: ashamed, regretful; white brows draw together in the center of his forehead, and he curls his fingers into fists. ]
I failed him.
[ It's obvious he feels deeply responsible for Link's suffering, for not being there for him. The warning had come, and in the end, it hadn't been enough. He doesn't understand why the Manor hadn't been emptied. Why Yima had remained, until they felt the scalding pain of her being torn from them. Honestly, he doesn't miss her; putting faith in her felt like a betrayal of what he stood for, and there's a cool mote of relief that she's gone swimming in his mind. ]
We didn't fail Zenith, though. I don't know why Yima failed to warn the Manor residents, when she was given all that time to move them out. Instead, she remained where you all were, and got you all caught up in this.
[ Frowning, he looks back toward the rubble of the Manor. Angry, and tired, and judgmental. Because this didn't have to happen, and it did.
He looks up at Amos, quiet and thoughtful as he studies him. ]
What reason would be good enough for you?
[ It's asked breathlessly, as if Drizzt expects nothing he desires to be enough. ]
no subject
[ Morosely, the elf looks down at his naked hands. Pale scars on dark skin, calluses from years and years of battle with blade and bow. His ears collapse a little, folding down along the line of his jaw: ashamed, regretful; white brows draw together in the center of his forehead, and he curls his fingers into fists. ]
I failed him.
[ It's obvious he feels deeply responsible for Link's suffering, for not being there for him. The warning had come, and in the end, it hadn't been enough. He doesn't understand why the Manor hadn't been emptied. Why Yima had remained, until they felt the scalding pain of her being torn from them. Honestly, he doesn't miss her; putting faith in her felt like a betrayal of what he stood for, and there's a cool mote of relief that she's gone swimming in his mind. ]
We didn't fail Zenith, though. I don't know why Yima failed to warn the Manor residents, when she was given all that time to move them out. Instead, she remained where you all were, and got you all caught up in this.
[ Frowning, he looks back toward the rubble of the Manor. Angry, and tired, and judgmental. Because this didn't have to happen, and it did.
He looks up at Amos, quiet and thoughtful as he studies him. ]
What reason would be good enough for you?
[ It's asked breathlessly, as if Drizzt expects nothing he desires to be enough. ]