[ It's better for Link to come to the realization on his own than for Amos to point it out to him. Better for the both of them, really. It spares Link from having to deal with Amos being, well, Amos; lets him ease himself into acceptance instead.

Amos meets his eyes, doesn't look away. He hopes he's projecting empathy with his gaze, but who really knows with him. ]

Ah. [ ... Smart. Good response; give him a second. ] We had that where I was originally from too. It's a thing here too, though I dunno how much of it is magic spells or whatever and how much of it is from... hitting your head.

[ He is just nailing this. He puffs out a little sigh in return, still facing Link. He's more uncomfortable with his inability to really say anything here than anything Link's just told him. ]

But yeah, I think you need to know what you want to see when you go looking in the pool. Like it can't conjure stuff up for you, just reflects back at you what you already know.

[ A beat. ]

Guess you can't rule out your memories coming back again some day though, can you? I mean... if it just takes you longer, is all. Maybe you'll remember one day without even really thinking about it, or something you see here will get your memory going again or something.

[ He's a Zenite, not exactly known for having hope in the traditional sense... and telling Link to not give up his. But it feels like what he should be saying in this case, so maybe he can get one thing right here. ]