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He should've known better; the hero is never allowed to have living parents.
The floor was slick with blood and he knew most of it was his. Whatever happened to only being wounded by sacred weapons? When... had he become so mortal? Was that the price of Power? Mercy?
If this was to be his final stand he wanted it to be something worthy of at least being mentioned in his son's legend - even if it was merely a small detail that got lost quickly - in a matter of centuries.
Ganondorf Dragmire, the last true King of the Gerudo, was going to take this beast down with him. It would be one less battle his son would have to face - and his son was a good boy, not the type to enjoy this sort of battle. No good person enjoyed violence.