She shouldn't beat herself up so much. Waking up a hundred years in the future was always going to be hard, memories or no memories. It was just the hand fate had dealt him.

And it didn't compare to the hand fate dealt her either.

"You've already done more than enough," he says softly. She saved him with her power, brought him back from death. Gave him a purpose. "You...you don't need to give more, Zelda."