"Ganon does seem to always come back eventually no matter how often he's sealed. But I try to leave this philosophical stuff to the princess. She seems to know what she's talking about, I'm just a knight."

"...Wait. I remembered something else about the princess! Progress!"

"...I am going to assume that lack of knowledge about this princess has been an ongoing thing rather than simple absent mindedness? Uh. No offence. I would also dispute 'just' if you're the knight they're trusting to resolve the issue?"

"I died fighting Ganon a hundred years ago. They put me in the Shrine of Resurrection. Woke up one year ago. Apparently... It couldn't resurrect all my memories. And it's not so much trusting me to resolve the issue as me being the only one who has any chance of taking it on at all."

"Well. I suppose recovering memories would be more complicated in a biological computer such as the brain rather than an electronic one... Uh, sorry, that is a rather crass way of looking at it. And...well, you already have experience fighting Ganon, it would make sense to have you do it again. But if your memories aren't all there, do you have the information you need?"

She sighs and the ears droop as much as they ever have. "Well, what went wrong last time has been patched. I remember the most important bits of the plan. Circumstances... Are different, but it should still work. The princess is - infused with holy power, or something along those lines, and I gather she and Ganon are still in a metaphysical standoff after all this time. I just need to come in and push the balance. Probably."

"I'm sorry," he says sincerely. "This must be a difficult topic for you."

'Metheus doesn't seem to be quite as in tune with the emotional effect. "So, effectively, your job is to make as much noise as possible in order to distract this Ganon from the standoff so that your princess can get an opening to seal him up again? Fascinating. And really rather brave."

(Epime shakes her head in the background, and let's out a slightly frustrated, "Prometheus, really.")

"Right, well, I have to actually do some damage. Hence needing the Master Sword and to subvert his control on the Beasts."

'Sidora nods. "The Beasts? Like the...Guardians? Things like that? Just how much stuff does he have under his control?"

Sigh. "A lot. The Divine Beasts and the Guardians are most of the Sheikah stuff. The rest of them are relatively pedestrian monsters. Moblins, Lizalfos, Bokoblins, 'Wizzes, Lynels, Talus, Hinox, and a few different minor incarnations of Ganon himself. The guardians and the Divine Beasts are the most troublesome by far, though Lynels are hardly pushovers either."

"But there's also a problem of numbers if you don't have an army to fight back with," 'Sidora muses. "Because it sounds like he has an army. Lynels? What're those?"

"Uh, horse-monster? Except it has arms and a head and horns and magic arrows and is really big and muscular and aggressive. And tough. More dangerous than Guardians in some ways."

"That sounds... sub-optimal. I assume that they are capable of learning in a way that the Guardians are not?"

"I don't really know. I've fought a few, it's kind of hard to tell how smart it is? Not stupid like Guardians are though. It knew to dodge."

"Simple ability to recognise danger then. Does not confirm intelligence. Although frequently hard to confirm intelligence of a creature you are trying to murder, or is trying to murder you." She pauses. "I am assuming that there is no way that has yet been discovered to disable Sheikah technology from a distance?"

"I'm not sure I like the tone of this line of thought. Ganon's monsters murder everything they can except each other. And sometimes each other. Sure, they make camps and stuff, but they don't do art or games unless it's sparring practice and they don't have a language and they're evil."

"I was not arguing that they are the enemy, although I have not, as such, encountered 'evil' as an absolute. I will have to accept your word on this. And I rather anticipate that you have absolutely no option in your dealings with them. If it is kill or be killed, I would rather suggest killing before dying. It seems the wiser choice on the whole."

"I am more curious about Epimetheus' question regarding whether or not you had attempted to discover a way to shut down Sheikah technology from a distance? Although if you are at a lower level - no offence - of technology than they themselves were, I rather suspect that it would be unlikely that you have succeeded in manufacturing technology capable of depowering them..."

She makes a broad shrug. "Purah and Robbie are the only people I've heard of who know much about tech. Purah fixed the Slate, once. Robbie makes armor that's good at softening Guardian shots."

"I feel that I would have rather liked to meet them," Prometheus says. "I do like talking technology with people and comparing notes. And perhaps I would have been able to assist them in creating something to take out the Guardians that is less of a risk to life and limb. Then again, perhaps not."

"If you could make me a Guardian cannon of my very own I'd be willing to part with quite a lot. Like. Ten thousand rupees, where my house cost three thousand."

"...Well, I could hardly ask you to pay more than your house is worth!" Prometheus sounds almost scandalised at that suggestion. "And I cannot promise it will be an accurate replica, but if you do not mind me borrowing the core I can probably figure something out? Do you have any other specifications to the weapon? Given the power output this has, if it's not being required to power movement of something the size of a house, I rather expect I will be able to increase the power output to several times the output a Guardian gets..."

'Sidora chuckles. "He will be honestly offended if you don't let him build it now."

"It's a small house. And..." She describes Guardian beams as she wants them replicated. They're not a laser. They might be a plasma bolt of some kind? A plasma bolt that travels at about fifty meters a second, doesn't suffer any gravity drop or inaccuracy, and doesn't lose power over distance.

Prometheus makes a thoughtful sound. Produces a tablet computer of his own and starts producing simulations, trying to work out the best way to make this work. "This may take a few minutes," he admits. "But I am sure I can manage something."