[The scene changes again - this time, the clarity and clearness of it shows that it's memory, not a dream. Early morning, a light dusting of snow on the ground, trampled underfoot and splattered with blood. While Link is removed from the scene, Sheik is still sprawled in the snow, sliced open by Nu's attack - Link drops to his knees beside him and reaches for his pale hand.]
He's my friend. And I should have been able to save him... [Sniffing, he wipes at his eyes with his sleeve.] This shouldn't have happened.
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[The scene changes again - this time, the clarity and clearness of it shows that it's memory, not a dream. Early morning, a light dusting of snow on the ground, trampled underfoot and splattered with blood. While Link is removed from the scene, Sheik is still sprawled in the snow, sliced open by Nu's attack - Link drops to his knees beside him and reaches for his pale hand.]
He's my friend. And I should have been able to save him... [Sniffing, he wipes at his eyes with his sleeve.] This shouldn't have happened.