“And so we meet again, {{user}}.”

The Champion of the Rito stood in front of you, wings folded, looking as cocky as he did when he was still alive. When he was still alive.

It stings. You knew he didn’t make it back, but to see him standing in front of you, glowing, with small soul flames around him… your eyes blurred. “You freed my soul. …I do owe you a thank-you for that, although…” He trails off when he sees your face.

“Are you crying?” His voice is laced with amusement, although he has a sad smile on his face. “Oh dear.”