(Blink shrugs. As in the "it's okay I don't really mind and thus forgive you" shrug.)
(Whatever damage Rink suffered, Phantom Ganon suffered more. The Master Sword's light erodes the souls of evil, even if they are protected by something like the Triforce...)
(...That causes Blink to realize something.)
>("Think I left a scar?")
My beau, my beloved Amikejo, the Universal Esperantist Republic- she resides in what was once named as Neutral Moresnet, my beloved friend, and such a place is a small triangle of the earth between the powers of Germany and Belgium. She is the spirit of Esperantism- that is, the univeral tongue of humans, fostering peace and connectedness that should bring our poor, weary spirits together in great sheafs, or like the strength of the fasces.
-Smiles, deeply excited as she speaks at her rapid pace, seeming to take time to show off her English abilities-
-Stops when she hears Ramona curse-
Ramona, my child, my friend, my dear, such a cruel word had never touched my mind before this moment and should never again mark its fragile edifice- in this moment I should die a death of the spirit before, in heart, I should rise and return to you to say that no words you could say should ever sully the wonder of your immaterial spirit, and that my faith in you, like the spirit, is eternal and perfect, unlike our weary, palpable forms. Or, as they say, I don't mind your comment evermuch, though I must beg your pardon and inquire as to why you say such a thing to my personage?
All the world, despite its revulsive, repulsive qualities, is the sovereignty of Esperanto. Amikejo is simply the land on earth which abides by her laws, her principles, and is at the height of her aspirations and dreams. All provinces, jurisdictions, and nations, although arbitrary and meaningless, speak our language in their heart of hearts, the deepest depths of our solves having this universalist connection. I am a disciple, perhaps Apostle, of such a notion, such an irresistable truth, and such just cause brought my personage here to reveal these mysteries to these people who we all are so infatuated with by virtue of our humanity, our souledness!
-Ramona Schamamona-
-Esperanta cocks her head-
But caring not for rules, are you not then bound by the inescapable pull of your own laws, own desires, and own wrath and imperfection. As wretched gravity pulls apple to earth and mountain to dust, are you not too bound by these natural principles of downwardness, descent into rather, calumny, and perdition? Bound to this eternal cycle of dedragation and destruction? My dear, my child, are you not a prisoner to your own person? What contempt need you have for age when such material persistence is pain to our flesh, when age is a pestilence, punishment, and manifestation of horror? Why would you hate the weak and the frail when such persons are the most deserving of love, my child?
edited 6th Feb '18 9:02:02 PM by eldritchseer
Of course such a matter as expressing these truths in speech is a choice, rational and reasonable and consenting, but in matters of the heart, faith, and belief- in the rawest expression of human nature it is merely an expression of a pre-existing reality. All our hearts beat as one, in this perilious, painful pace of physicality, and they are, in fact, truly one without difference and without disunion. We are all the same and sublime. You, my great friend, are very much akin to myself as I can already clearly distinguish, though perhaps less prone to excess verbage!
-Ramona-
-Pauses for a moment, considering how best to express herself-
... Why. Do you dislike the... sickly and elderly and old. When... they... are most entitled to your care and love? Also... hm... have you considered the fact that in... declaring yourself not bound by... rules. That you have bound yourself to be unbound, and in... rebelling against authority, have actually enslaved yourself to it? Is such a thing sufficiently succint?
-Laughs, clearly very pleased-
Such kindess you endevour to grant me! I shall not forget this good will, no, nor shall any other who beholds it or the eyes of those who see what we do in secret! My friend, you must, I insist, absolutely must tell me more about yourself, your person, your home and your friends, for I have taken, indeed, my great share of the conversation from you and thus robbed you of the air to speak, for little is gained through contemplation of ones own tones- but much is gained through the verbal communion of spirits!
-Ramona-
But we are, in material and flesh, slaves- robots, machines, automotons. We possess one pure quality, the virtue of spirit, and all else is a great poison here to torture and mislead us. Freedom is, in such a sense, a trap planted here to bring us greater pain- the only liberty we can find is through love and consideration of others- friendship and union. Aha, but I must admire your dislike of these grown-ups, for they are the most foolish of all persons, yes, even myself! I hope that your spirit continues its growth and life, but forget not union with other persons...!
Which of these forces, these chances, these open opportunities, commands you most? What do you most wish to speak to me of, what elements of yourself do you find most pressing for this purpose? No matter what you should chose to tell me, I will listen with single-minded readiness and eagerness!
-Ramona-
I abstain from all worldly vices and material poisons as a faithful disciple of the teachings at Abil. I do not indulge in such wicked things and please do not mistake my words for the ramblings of an addled fiend or the depraved, demented ramblings of the deciever- for I speak totally from the spirit and the Principle for your ears.

He smirks for a moment, then it fades.
"My mind's been in a cloud. I should've known it would try something different the minute a threat was presented. And I shouldn't have doubted you, not for a second."
She blinks, unfamiliar with the place.
"Really? Where — what's that like?"
edited 6th Feb '18 8:42:29 PM by Boxen
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