Link was not ashamed to admit when he needed something. Why would he be? When paying attention to his body and mind has helped more often than not. Plus, Zelda had told him that she needed him, that all of Hyrule needed him… he wouldn’t be very helpful if he died again now would he?
Unfortunately though, it had been a while since his last break. Trying to get to Zelda, to Gannon, was difficult when both the numerous monsters and the maze-like pathways were slowing him down. It had taken Link a whole week to get to the damned sanctum and he was tired.
He hadn’t eaten since that morning, and apples alone could hardly be considered a good and filling breakfast. His joints ached, small pluses of pain dragging his attention to them with every movement. Armor and fabric rubbed uncomfortably against his scars. Worst of all, he hadn’t been able to get any good sleep while inside the castle grounds.
With all of that weighing on the boy, you could hardly blame him for the ferocity of the battle that came afterwards. A hard glare turned towards the thing that was imprisoning both of his friends, and somewhere in Link’s head he thought he should be saying something clever or badass, but all that came out was-
“I’m going to throw a fucking temper tantrum.”