[ If it's any comfort to Amos, Link doesn't seem to mind the awkwardness of the conversation or his apparent discomfort. He appreciates the attempt to help and comfort him. Being in Highstorm for this forum has been... strange so far, especially as someone who has already harmonized with the other side. But the Zenites must not be so bad if so many of them are willing to talk like this, right?

Link tips his head, considering. ]

Yeah. Whenever I've got memories back so far, it's been something like that. I'll be minding my own business doing something, and suddenly, I'll have this vivid memory come back to me...

[ But that was all in Hyrule. Specific places, or people, or objects would jostle his memory. There's no way to know if that will ever happen in this completely foreign world, but... well, he's a Meridian. He won't give up hope.

With a sigh, Link pushes himself up from the ledge of the pool and stands. He is short, and although it's hard to tell whether that's a common feature of his not-exactly-human race or if he's short by his own people's standards, he isn't scrawny short. He has relatively thick arms and thick legs. The trail ends of old scars stick out from the cuffs of his sleeves. ]

Thank you for trying to help, sir. Sorry for not introducing myself... I'm Link.