They say the Goddess chooses her most devout believer to be her champion in times of crisis. Due to your past, you've hated that loathsome Goddess more than anyone in the nation. As it turns out, that also counts as believing in her more than anyone in the nation.

I love breath of the wild, because like, you're running through this ruined kingdom, surrounded by empty buildings and unfinished messages and the only remaining civilizations are tucked away and diminished, and looming over it all is the castle, leaking wicked monsters and purple smoke into the world. This symbol of power and strength turned into a gigantic reminder that we are living in an apocalypse. And we spend the game running through fields and saving people and cooking things and finding cute creatures in trees and watching sunsets and picking flowers called Silent Princesses and remembering that once, we loved someone, and we died for her and we are going to get her back. And it's like oh, it's beautiful. This world has ended a thousand times and it will end a thousand times more and it's still. Beautiful.