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[ Link's mental space feels like being outside, so depending on where you are, you might not realize that someone has started Communion with you. Since joining the Zenith, the landscape of Link's mind has gone from idyllic, sunny forests to icy, overcast mountains. A frigid wind blows against your face, carrying the scent of firewood and meat roasting over an open flame. The diminutive Hylian is not sitting by the fire, but standing at the edge of a rocky ledge, his back turned. ]

There's going to be another Oracle soon. I can feel it. The rest of you can feel it too, right? That... pulling feeling.

[ He sighs. ]

If we lose this one, it's over. The Meridian isn't going to go easy on us. I know them... I know how badly they want to win. To them, the stakes couldn't be higher.

So let's talk. About what we're going to be up against, and... well, planning ahead isn't really something we can do, but at least we can warn each other of the dangers that individual Meri pose.

And I... I want to say something, too.

[ He sits down where he stands, his feet hanging off the cliff. There's a sense that he knows this isn't going to go over well, but it's important enough to him to say it anyway. ]

Killing the other guy before they kill you is what war is. That's normal. But Kenos is different. Death doesn't work the way it should here. We don't die permanently. You can neutralize someone threatening you by just dissipating them. There's nothing to gain by destroying their soul after you're no longer in danger.

So, I don't think any of us should shatter anyone ever again.

If you claim someone's Shard, you should protect it. If you feel that you can't do that, give it to someone else.

...I'm not stupid. I know a lot of you aren't gonna agree to this. And the Meris probably won't either. I'm sure they want revenge for what happened to Quetzalcoatl, and those of you who lost the Shards Yima gave you probably aren't feeling very merciful right now either...

But if we don't come to some kinda agreement now, that's going to become normal. Things are gonna get really bad. I don't want that. So... can we talk about it, at least?

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It seems like a lot to adjust to, on top of everything else.

[ Being friendly enough with people to hit them up for beach volleyball, then ending up where they are now. Trying frantically to minimize future war crimes, debating how much murder they need to do.

Matt thinks something fleeting about the way people bond under trauma. About how much it would hurt to have those bonds taken away. Being destabilized once can suck, but twice can be deadly. ]

No kiddin'. I didn't exactly come from a place with demons, and gods, and magic and all that either.

[ He had to build himself from the ground up compared to everyone else, who seemed to be decades into their magical combat training, even if they weren't that much older than him. ]

[ There's a sense of gentle nodding, of an affirming mmhmm. Then a bit of a pause. ]

Well ... just in my experience, even coming from someplace with magic, it didn't necessarily prepare me for this magic. And knowing about demons didn't prepare me for these demons either.

Not to say there's no advantage in my background. Just ...

I don't know. We all have things to learn from each other, I think.

[ Though of course, if people aren't talking to each other because of Zenith-Meridian rivalries, that learning will start to run dry. ]

[ Maybe the Meris shouldn't have attacked their home if they didn't want that to run dry!

... Maybe the Zenites shouldn't have attacked their leader, but Atsumu's not feeling reasonable enough to be fair on this one. ]

Not like I'm gonna really argue with that when I went and got myself a magic teacher here.

[ Though he has no idea she'll be disappearing in the near, or, frozen in time shenanigans considering, far future. ]

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