[The voice and the tall man creeping into his hiding place has Dark Link stepping backwards deeper into the shadows. He's afraid. He hadn't thought of what would happen when he saw the vampire, if he was even still in the bubble, because he didn't have time to think of it. He hadn't even had time to sort out everything else he was feeling over what had happened, over suddenly remembering an entire other short lifetime that had been the precursor to the one he'd just left. It had been so different. So bright and happy and everything the past nineteen years weren't.
And he's afraid, because after he'd embraced that darkness, could he ever really capture that light again? Johnny had called him his hero, he remembers. His light. What if it wasn't the same? What if he went to Johnny and was found lacking, different?
Extinguished?
But he can't just say nothing. He can't just hide here and hope Johnny will go away and he never has to face that question, nor does he want Johnny to leave. Sola he called him. His name. His own name that he's not sure he deserves anymore, but he'll answer to it all the same.
His voice is barely a whisper from the depths of the shadows he's wrapped around himself, tiny, fearful, and heavy with regret.]
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And he's afraid, because after he'd embraced that darkness, could he ever really capture that light again? Johnny had called him his hero, he remembers. His light. What if it wasn't the same? What if he went to Johnny and was found lacking, different?
Extinguished?
But he can't just say nothing. He can't just hide here and hope Johnny will go away and he never has to face that question, nor does he want Johnny to leave. Sola he called him. His name. His own name that he's not sure he deserves anymore, but he'll answer to it all the same.
His voice is barely a whisper from the depths of the shadows he's wrapped around himself, tiny, fearful, and heavy with regret.]
I remember.