[ Drizzt is so quick to self-flagellate, Link thinks to himself. What he doesn't think, at the same time, is just how similar they are in that regard. But Link has always been sensitive to what others are going through while purposefully ignoring his own emotions or the way he fails to address them.
The sensation of Link resting both his hands on Drizzt's shoulders, temperate but firm, hopefully helps bring him back to focus on what he's trying to say. ]
You didn't do anything wrong.
[ Plain, simple. Blunt. He needs Drizzt to listen. ]
What I'm saying is that you aren't killing them. None of us are. Our worlds aren't like people on their deathbeds — it isn't like putting them out of their misery.
They're already gone.
[ It stings to say it aloud. It's something Link had only very recently grasped and accepted for himself. ]
What the Meridian wants is more like... reanimating a corpse. And then telling yourself that the zombie you made is the same as the person that was lost.
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The sensation of Link resting both his hands on Drizzt's shoulders, temperate but firm, hopefully helps bring him back to focus on what he's trying to say. ]
You didn't do anything wrong.
[ Plain, simple. Blunt. He needs Drizzt to listen. ]
What I'm saying is that you aren't killing them. None of us are. Our worlds aren't like people on their deathbeds — it isn't like putting them out of their misery.
They're already gone.
[ It stings to say it aloud. It's something Link had only very recently grasped and accepted for himself. ]
What the Meridian wants is more like... reanimating a corpse. And then telling yourself that the zombie you made is the same as the person that was lost.