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It really ought to come as no surprise that Fi’s voice is perfectly cold and clinical, but her words freeze Link anew. “My purpose is complete. Therefore, I ask you to dissolve our arrangement as master and servant.”
He shakes his head. ‘You were never my servant, you’re my friend. Please, I want to have my friend at my side. We have so much left to do.’
“That is incorrect. You have much work to do, but our task together is complete. Demise has been sealed away, and the plan put in motion by the goddess has succeeded. I understand that it is your wish to introduce the people of Skyloft to the Surface, but I have no purpose to serve in this.”
Link’s shoulders slump, and he hangs his head. There was never any use persuading Fi in anything. ‘I don’t know how to do it alone,’ he admits, grateful at least that Zelda and Groose cannot see his words from behind his back.
“Allow me to tell you everything that I know.” She closes her eyes and falls silent for a moment, and Link waits patiently, prepared for a long lecture but eager to drink in any possible word of advice.
Fi’s eyes flick open once more. “Master Link. I have calculated a 100% probability that you will succeed at every task put before you, and that you will continue to demonstrate true greatness. Her Grace could not have chosen a finer champion.”
Tears well in his eyes, but before he can blink them back, he feels the brush of cold metal against his cheek as the spirit reaches out to him. “There. There,” she states, forcing a laugh from him.
‘I’m all right,’ he grumbles, embarrassed but touched that she could recognize his sadness.
Fi gives a single nod. “Yes, you are all right, and you will be all right. So will I.”
Her words fail to convince him. ‘A sleep without end is little more than death. I can’t lose you to that. Not after everything we’ve been through.’
She gazes at him, impassive as ever. “Your fear should not be for my sake, but for all of humanity. If the words of Demise come true, then he will be reborn without end. The goddesses must choose a warrior to face him once more, perhaps many times more, and I will reawaken for the fight. Allow me to assure you that their hero must live up to your legacy, if they would be worthy of being my Master. Now that I have experienced fighting alongside you, I can accept nothing less.”
The tears come faster this time; one escapes and rolls down his cheek. ‘You honor me.’ She nods thoughtfully, as though agreeing.
“Thank you, Master Link. May we meet again in another life…”
Link’s heart rises at the thought, but with her warning about Demise fresh in his ears, his hope is tinged with guilt. Sleep well, dear friend. Let us be reunited in peace.