*The Gerudo steps forward, his boots covered in mud, he lacks his usual dress uniform, now covered in a full set of metal, he was returning from battle when he saw the crying Kaphona submitting to fears. The cruel claws of his gauntlet smeared with blood pull back to strike the child's cheek. He does so not to harm, but to teach. Pain shall snap her from these phantoms. It is how he learned.* Do not submit to such pathetic whispers in the wind and do not lament the past. There is only forward.
Her body rocked back and forth in sobs unable to hear or feel the vibration of Ganon’s presence. Though she could not hear well she had fast reflexes quickly swinging her arm up to block the man’s attack. “Do... Do not touch me like that... I don’t care what rank you are, what class, no one touches me like that, ever.” Slowly eyeing up to the main with a face of distraught.
Breathing had slowly returned to normal but it did nothing to help her rocking body. “The past is the reason why I don’t trust. I caused my future because of my lack of courage. I don’t understand why you’re trying to help me.”
“Also, even if you were to strike me, I feel no pain. I’m numb. You can stab me right now but I shall never feel it.”
