predella (ao3)
On the days where Link's head doesn't feel so much like a sheet of glass all fogged up, he can see these flashes of what must be him in everyone's eyes, too. It's an image he's been trying to piece together longer than anyone knows. Peering back at him from the sun-washed waters of the village pond, marred by endless ripples, it's an image he finds he can't recognise.
(Before he takes up the sword, Link navigates the long, winding road of recovery.)













