"I believe you." He dips his head.

("You never have before," she doesn't say, because that would be overly aggressive.)

After a long moment of trying to find something else to say instead, she dips her head in return.

He's heard enough long silences from her daughter to know she's unimpressed, though the exact meaning eludes him.

"I have always only wanted the best for you," is all he knows to say.

...it's gonna take her a minute to think of a productive response to that.

"...it would have been much easier," she ends up admitting, quietly, "if you hadn't assumed that because I was failing, I must not be trying hard enough."

"There was a part of me," he murmurs, "that believed... there was nothing in this world my daughter could not do if only she put all of her strength to it."

"...well." That does get a slight smile out of her. "I suppose I believed that too. Still do, I admit."

"Never forget it." He shakes his head good-naturedly. "Belief is... belief is the strongest thing. When all else in the world burns away..."

His gaze is far away.

"I'll find out what's wrong, and make it right," she says. "And I'll be careful about it. It would be unwise to disturb the foundations unnecessarily if they truly are the source of Calamity Ganon."

He nods gravely.

"I can feel the pull of the after," he breathes. "This time is shorter than I thought. I may not be able to remain here for long more."

He steps closer and offers the paraglider with two hands.

She takes it. Now she is holding a paraglider. Something about this situation feels faintly ridiculous.

"I hope you find peace and safety in your next life."

"I doubt your mother will give me peace, with this mess I've made of everything."

His smile, nonetheless, is wistful.

"I hope you find happiness in this one."

The fringes of his ghost begin to unravel.

She smiles at that, blinking tears from her eyes. "Goodbye, Father."

And the blue ashes are blowing away in the wind.

Eventually, the orange colors of the shrine flare to blue. The platform inside rises. Link steps out of the column of light, turning over a new spear in his hands.

He looks at Zelda and says, "Is something wrong?"

She holds out the glider.

He takes and examines it.

"The King...?"

"He gave me some ominous news, and told me he believes in me, and said he took the glider because he was concerned you'd hare off prematurely if you found it, and... passed on."

He thinks about it for a second.

"Was he happy to?"

"I think so. I told him I hoped he'd find peace, and he said Mother was unlikely to give him any. I think he was looking forward to seeing her again."

Link wonders who his parents were.

He can't conjure faces or names, not even a vague impression. Whoever, they are, they'll be dead by now.

There's no acute sense of loss. Maybe they were never close.

Maybe they were already dead.

"You'll meet them again too," he says.

She nods hesitantly.

"Do you need longer..."

She takes a deep breath, lets it out... and shakes her head firmly.

"I'm all right. Let's move on." She glances around to orient herself. "Would you rather focus more on recovering your memories right now, or on becoming stronger?"

"We should... stop the Calamity?"

He hesitates. The gaping void in his memories felt so pressing when he first woke up, but now, he feels more... centered.

"Am I missing anything important?"