[Darin forces a laugh. Of course she'd bring up the promise he made. And the problem is, she's right. But something about the way she carries herself in that moment— that regal air with which he denies his sacrifice stokes that fire right back up into an blazing inferno.]

[He never would have thought Zelda to have a commanding presence but she is proving him wrong in spades in this moment.]

[So, he offers a sweeping, mocking bow. One that draws a growl of pain as another portion of the wound on his torso reopens.]

That's a shame Your Highness, because that's the best thing I can offer you. But of course it wouldn't be enough either. But don't stand there and act like you wouldn't be fine without me! Please, someone like you? You can make friends with anyone. Hell, you made friends with me! I'd serve a purpose and you'd get to enjoy your time here without the shadow of that bastard looming over you!

The hell did you expect me to do, anyway?? He tried to kill you! You were terrified! What, am I supposed to just stand down and hope that your hero shows up and saves the godsdamned day?!

I'M TIRED OF WATCHING PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT GET HURT TOO, ZELDA!