[He looks, and sounds then, familiar all over again. To say she hasn't been thinking of the Hero of Light would be false. It makes it difficult to have an objective conversation with someone who looks similar to him and shares a similar disposition. Midna remembers well enough a distress of her Link's turmoil regarding humanity and discipline, why he was chosen for the fate that he was, if he could live up to such standards. All things she found incredibly human and things she could resonate with. After all, she had questioned her own capacity for her people.

When this Link, the one before her, speaks, she hears and witnesses a similar sense of courage. Persistence. Altruistic ambition.

He could knock the wind right out of her if she's not careful.]

Well, well, well. Don't you sound like a little hero. [It comes out of her perhaps in a tone that could easily be interpreted as mockery, but she seems to be a bit charmed all the same.] So we're on... what, a little scavenger hunt for these trinkets? And we don't even know what they do. I can't help but think this is just more information that's been fed to us and someone got too desperate to question it.

[Tsk, tsk.]