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@untamedchampion sought knowledge

Mora looked despondently to the Bosmer. “Try as you might, there is corruption in this world and here it shall remain, for as long as there are those willing to create it.”

A sad truth which Mora had come to learn of the Mortal world through centuries of skulking and watching; it was sad in nature only because of the fate belonging to those who believed corruption could be purged. Wasted lives, all of them, whose end was filled with disillusion.

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We’ll Meet Again - untamedchampion

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     This was something that Ghirahim had been waiting for for the last hundred years. So many ages and finally he has the chance to face the fool who beat him so long ago with victory close at hand. Hyrule will see its fall and it made the demon lord giddy to see success after all this time. 

     He saw the boy on his way and sat himself on a bolder waiting for his time. Of course he was a grey man in a red cloak so he was a sore thumb in such a natural situation but he wanted the vantage. When the boy was close enough, he called out.

     “Isn’t it wonderful to see Hyrule is such a desolate state?”

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❛ i fight so that all of the fighting i’ve already done hasn’t been for nothing. ❜

SKYRIM.

     Link picks up burden like the wind picks up leaves -- without thought, in plenty, and as if they were nothing. The crease of Mipha’s lips fall flat. 

     “Truly... I wonder...”

     She starts, stops, all without looking at him. Her hands clasp before her. Before her lay a stream that split into two. On one hand, there is regret -- guilt that he must fight and fight and fight again. On the other...

      “Has the world ever been -- truly peaceful?” In a daydream, perhaps. “In every century, there have been people fighting for that which they believe in... Of course... you are no different. I wish that... I might see a truly peaceful world in my time.”

       And perhaps... Perhaps it can. Her hands tighten and twist in her lap, determination glittering in her downcast eyes. But they are out of focus, as if she is elsewhere -- and perhaps, if Link could read minds, he would see hers travelling down the stream less taken, and coming to stop before a gigantic mechanical beast... and all the implications that it holds.

     “Link, I...” 

     Why should he have to fight alone? Why should any of them have to fight alone? Mipha snaps out of her thoughts and darts a glance at him, nods resolutely.

     “I’ll fight, too. With all my heart.”