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Most days, Zelda feels like she's talking with a ghost.
Link refuses to utter a sound, still holds his silence, even after defeating Calamity Ganon. He still accompanies her wherever she goes, silently, even with her attempts to strike up conversation. It's a struggle to keep an exchange, and sometimes she wants to shake him, to pry the words out of his mouth. It reminds her of when they first met, when she directed her frustration and anger at him without remorse. He is just as indifferent, but she knew of the reason back then. These days, she's left in the dark.
She wonders if it's something she's done.
Link hasn't regained most of his memories, that much is clear. To forget who you were — the person who made you who you are today — must be torturous. Maybe if they could just talk, if he could find the courage to break his silence, then things would be better.
But her own voice fails her, too, and she can't find it in herself to speak up. The rift between them grows by the day.