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If he doesn’t look up, Termina isn’t that bad. It’s a little uncanny seeing other people’s faces running around this strange world, but he can almost pretend that they’re all somewhere new, some town far away from Ganondorf, some place where things aren’t perfect but they’re a bit more okay. He misses Navi though, and even Tatl’s soft yellow glow can’t make him feel better. (She’s still kind of mean, too, though she is growing on him. He can tell she misses her brother just like how he misses Navi.)
Sometimes he does look up, though, usually around the time the only people left all have hysteria stretching their familiar faces into something that pulls at Link’s gut. The moon looms above, terrible and grim and baring its teeth at the people below. How did things get this way? Does the goddess push him into dangerous places, or does catastrophe simply follow him around? It’s difficult to tell.
The Song of Time makes things okay again, just for a little while.