[But then the words sink in and his expression settles into something steely - but affected, moved by the admission though he tries to swallow it down, as he fixes Link with a level gaze. 'Why hadn't you said something?' What is he supposed to do with this? His hands curl into fists in his lap.]
I haven't got a 'fate', Link. I'm creating my own path to follow, nobody is going to decide it for me. That much, I know.
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I haven't got a 'fate', Link. I'm creating my own path to follow, nobody is going to decide it for me. That much, I know.