Link didn’t know what was happening to him at all. He shouldn’t be feeling so weird and kind of sickly, especially when he was mostly fine before. He had only felt weak for the past day or two, he didn’t know how long it had been now. Time didn’t feel like a factor for him anymore, he was just constantly being moved and knocked out to the point of being made completely unaware about how much time had passed. It was disorientating to him and it was mostly Demoko’s fault. Maybe it was part of his whole removal of shadow magic that was starting to get to him, but it hadn’t exactly got to him previously so this was a fairly new development. Either way, it was turning out to not be a very good time for him and was turning out to be very distressing. It wasn’t as if he was going to be sick, but rather he was just going to drop if he tried to exert himself like so much as even walk a short distance. 

This couldn’t be where he had to turn back, he was so close. All he had to do was last just a little bit longer and he would be able to get back and open up the pendant to release that part of his soul that had been locked away. He didn’t know if it had been worth locking it away like that and shoving away who he was, but to not have that corrupted power inside him did make him feel just that little bit lighter. He couldn’t possibly live up to who he was in his past lives if he had such a horrible darkness inside him, that just wasn’t what a hero was supposed to be. He still felt deeply tortured over his true purpose, but nobody needed to know about that when it had already been approached. His reasoning to remove that aspect of him was to get away from that pre-destined nonsense, to show that he was someone worth more than just his name and what he was supposed to be. Or maybe he wasn’t, there was very little to him and he doubted the others liked him very much, seeing how he was by far the most unpredictable and weakest warrior out of all of them, if he could even be called a warrior.

All this self-doubt was really getting to him, making him feel incapable of completing this because he was going to screw up somehow. He was already behind as Caelan told him to wait until he had recovered from whatever he was going through right now. He needed to get up fast, he couldn’t fall behind and get caught. Through a brief moment of panic he decided to not try and catch his breath, he needed to get going now. With his hookshots he tried to follow after Caelan, finding that he was still being left behind as Caelan was quick to move up. He was trying, but his arms felt like they were going to give in and cause him to fall to his death. Fiona was probably right around the corner too and if she spotted any of them it would be a disaster. They would be as good as dead. Trying to keep focused on the goal he finally came to the 10th floor, but he near enough almost looked like he was going to faint. The lack of strength he had without his shadow magic left him with sticks for arms, he didn’t even know if he was going to be able to fight if they had to. This Princess better appreciate what they were doing for her, but then again she didn’t know them so how exactly she was going to react he didn’t know. “Just…where is this Princess so we can leave…” he spoke slowly, trying to recover again, “If she turns out to be a fake I’ll jump off this building…”