[ The closer he gets, the colder it feels. Like entering a walk-in freezer. Link watches as Amos draws closer, but he doesn't pull away this time. He said his piece. His anger flared, and he's allowed himself to express it — and to Amos' credit, he didn't try to argue or lecture him. The same can't be said for most of Link's former Meri allies. ]

...That's a heavy burden. Are you sure you want to shoulder all of it?

[ It would be better to let them go, wouldn't it?

Deep down, Link wants to hold onto them, he really does. But at a certain point, words fail to capture tragedy of a certain magnitude. And when that happens, there isn't any way to share the depth of your pain with others. It turns into a ghost that only you can see, staring at you from the dark corner of your room as you sleep.

Link doesn't know how to answer his request for a way to help him. If he knew, he wouldn't feel the way he does. Glancing down, trying to find the right words and coming up with nothing, he finally stammers the first thing that comes to mind. ]

I haven't taken a bath since I died. I'm — I've bathed, but I mean... a hot one. Warm water.