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Joseph had found himself for some reason, in a grassy forest, looking up at a blue sky.
He could taste the scents of things he remembered in a far away land. He found his senses listening for things that he should remember.
He looked around, his mind fuzzy and lost.
In his hand, he held a scroll he didn't remember having held.
If anyone found him in his daze and with the scroll, they'd find it read; "Of fate of ruin in dark miasma, the land betwixt gives a bond of heart and soul but one agenda. To seek reclamation of what was lost, to seek succor of wisdom to a path unknown.
To know of what fate now brings, to battle back the Demon King.
May love find a way to a heart to mend, and hope bloom in a path with twisted ends."
While the breeze blew by gently, and the sun shined peacefully, it seemed like he was truly alone here. Until grassy footsteps could be heard approaching from behind.
"Well now, this is quite an unexpected event. A Zonai, practicing his poetry out all by himself." A voice all too familiar to Joseph would muse aloud.
Turning about to face the onlooker, would reveal the face of one he knew. The same as he was the days he was alive, healthy, and even still had his own Sacred Stone. His hair swayed lightly in the wind passing by, as he seemed to smile at Joseph. It was Rauru, standing before him.
"Your poem is quite melancholic, by the way. Beautiful, yet sorrowful in equal measure." He adds.
Rauru let's the moment pass, and allows Joseph a moment to recompose himself. He did not move, he didn't even try to speak until the other Zonai spoke first.
"You have nothing to apologize for. I had surmised you were not of this land, as I do not think there has ever been a Zonai quite like you. And yet it seems, you know not only me, but also of the Demon King. Whatever you have been through, I can only assume it was something terrible. And if I was unable to protect you from this pain, whether it was me in the past or the future, I should apologize." He replies, bowing his head.
He does not have the slightest clue as to what he has gone through, yet he fears it was because for whatever reason, he was just not enough.
Joseph shook his head. "No, no," He said, trying to correct Rauru as he gently took his head in his hands, gentle and kind and trying to correct Rauru's assumption.
"Its nothing you did. The fault was mine, all mine, I just." He said, looking at his mechanical arm, and showing the secret stone of the Zonai that was on his mechanical arm, stuck there and gently glowing against him, stuck to his wrist, set into the metal.
".... I made a mistake. I am," He paused, wondering how to say it. "I was something else, still am but uh." He said, trying to find a way to explain what he had done, even when he had been explicitly told to not do that.
"I had to save Gerudo civilians that wanted to get away from Ganondorf, because they knew, among a few others, that sooner or later they'd be put to the sword, like everyone else." He explained, needing to give context.
"Ganondorf came to stop me, and someone else at the time... And I fought him, I could only buy time. And to make sure they got away." He paused again, shifting uncomfortably. "I swallowed it." he said, meaning the secret stone.
"Only way at the time to do it." He said with a shake of his head. "It came with consequences. Consequences I'd still accept today if it meant saving those people."
Joseph had found himself for some reason, in a grassy forest, looking up at a blue sky.
He could taste the scents of things he remembered in a far away land. He found his senses listening for things that he should remember.
He looked around, his mind fuzzy and lost.
In his hand, he held a scroll he didn't remember having held.
If anyone found him in his daze and with the scroll, they'd find it read; "Of fate of ruin in dark miasma, the land betwixt gives a bond of heart and soul but one agenda. To seek reclamation of what was lost, to seek succor of wisdom to a path unknown.
To know of what fate now brings, to battle back the Demon King.
May love find a way to a heart to mend, and hope bloom in a path with twisted ends."
While the breeze blew by gently, and the sun shined peacefully, it seemed like he was truly alone here. Until grassy footsteps could be heard approaching from behind.
"Well now, this is quite an unexpected event. A Zonai, practicing his poetry out all by himself." A voice all too familiar to Joseph would muse aloud.
Turning about to face the onlooker, would reveal the face of one he knew. The same as he was the days he was alive, healthy, and even still had his own Sacred Stone. His hair swayed lightly in the wind passing by, as he seemed to smile at Joseph. It was Rauru, standing before him.
"Your poem is quite melancholic, by the way. Beautiful, yet sorrowful in equal measure." He adds.
Rauru watched as the, seemingly, younger Zonai felt him out, as if he was trying to confirm he was physically there. He cannot help worrying over this behavior, how concerning it was.
Then came the hug, and Rauru decides to help him by gently returning it. Such emotional weight, there is no way of knowing what struggles he has carried. But at the least, here and now, he will simply be there for him, however that may help.
It took some time for Joseph to finally recover. He didn't exactly cry, but he had finally managed to get a grip on himself.
"Sorry." He said finally, blushing with both embarrassment and a bit of shame as he rubbed at his eyes.
"I just." He paused, not knowing what to say or how to say it all.
"Its difficult to explain, but I uh. I am... Not from here." Joseph said after a moment of hesitation. Because one did not just condense about what Joseph knew of Rauru in a span of a year or more in just a few syllables.
The affection he had for Rauru, the love for this man. The respect he had for him.
"Sorry." He said again, feeling like he wasn't doing a good job of explaining himself.
Joseph had found himself for some reason, in a grassy forest, looking up at a blue sky.
He could taste the scents of things he remembered in a far away land. He found his senses listening for things that he should remember.
He looked around, his mind fuzzy and lost.
In his hand, he held a scroll he didn't remember having held.
If anyone found him in his daze and with the scroll, they'd find it read; "Of fate of ruin in dark miasma, the land betwixt gives a bond of heart and soul but one agenda. To seek reclamation of what was lost, to seek succor of wisdom to a path unknown.
To know of what fate now brings, to battle back the Demon King.
May love find a way to a heart to mend, and hope bloom in a path with twisted ends."
While the breeze blew by gently, and the sun shined peacefully, it seemed like he was truly alone here. Until grassy footsteps could be heard approaching from behind.
"Well now, this is quite an unexpected event. A Zonai, practicing his poetry out all by himself." A voice all too familiar to Joseph would muse aloud.
Turning about to face the onlooker, would reveal the face of one he knew. The same as he was the days he was alive, healthy, and even still had his own Sacred Stone. His hair swayed lightly in the wind passing by, as he seemed to smile at Joseph. It was Rauru, standing before him.
"Your poem is quite melancholic, by the way. Beautiful, yet sorrowful in equal measure." He adds.
Joseph didn't know how to react, how to properly say what he wanted to say.
The physical contact on his shoulder only helped Joseph to focus on Rauru.
There was something there, something unexplainable.
Slowly, Joseph touched Rauru bsck, feeling him only gently, starting by taking his arm, just gently, then looking him over, like the being in front of Rauru wasn't sure he was real.
Then Joseph leaned in and held Rauru. Gently, carefully. Words unsaid said in a simple gesture of a hug.
"I." Joseph said, an audible swallow of something in his throat was heard, "Thank you.'
Joseph couldn't say more and it likely confused the fuck out of Rauru, but the pure raw emotion in those words couldn't be mistaken.
Hurt, grief, jubilation, sorrow and gratitude. All in two syllables.
Joseph had found himself for some reason, in a grassy forest, looking up at a blue sky.
He could taste the scents of things he remembered in a far away land. He found his senses listening for things that he should remember.
He looked around, his mind fuzzy and lost.
In his hand, he held a scroll he didn't remember having held.
If anyone found him in his daze and with the scroll, they'd find it read; "Of fate of ruin in dark miasma, the land betwixt gives a bond of heart and soul but one agenda. To seek reclamation of what was lost, to seek succor of wisdom to a path unknown.
To know of what fate now brings, to battle back the Demon King.
May love find a way to a heart to mend, and hope bloom in a path with twisted ends."
While the breeze blew by gently, and the sun shined peacefully, it seemed like he was truly alone here. Until grassy footsteps could be heard approaching from behind.
"Well now, this is quite an unexpected event. A Zonai, practicing his poetry out all by himself." A voice all too familiar to Joseph would muse aloud.
Turning about to face the onlooker, would reveal the face of one he knew. The same as he was the days he was alive, healthy, and even still had his own Sacred Stone. His hair swayed lightly in the wind passing by, as he seemed to smile at Joseph. It was Rauru, standing before him.
"Your poem is quite melancholic, by the way. Beautiful, yet sorrowful in equal measure." He adds.
Joseph didn't realize he'd read it aloud. He looked himself over, looking at hos Zonai form.
Joseph in this form stood at 6'8 in height, while that wasn't tall among Zonai, it was still tall among regular people, even Hylians.
Joseph looked up to see Rauru there, and he felt the world come to a standstill, at least for himself. He looked at Rauru, and he felt his throat feel as dry as the Gerudo desert, felt his good eye open wide.
His mouth opened silently, words unable to escape his dry throat.
He finally managed to croak out a word, a singular word with so much unspoken feeling, emotions that couldn't be described in words in that singular phrase; "Rauru?"
Joseph looked at the Zonai.
Rauru, the Rauru he had known, had passed on due to a calamity Joseph couldn't have stopped.
Rings made out of Zonite sat upon each of his tails, acting both as fashion and batteries for zonite tech. His mechanical eye gleamed gold, yet behind that was well it flickered with emotion. His hands grasped traditional Zonai wear that was on his form.
Joseph thought he was dreaming, he should be dreaming.
But the scents, the sight, the sounds.
Too vivid. Too real.
And without knowing it, tears streamed down Joseph's face.
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