The Soldier is not sure they caught the exact meaning of that. Link looks like he's jumping in and out of focus: one moment so close as to be all but on top of them, the next too far away to catch the details, though never lost in the dark so they know he's not actually that far away. It's just that the world is playing tricks again. Curving away.

"I know," they say. "My arm was terrible for a while. Metal spikes everywhere. And it hurt." Feeling the sensation of pain in an appendage that isn't meant to feel pain had been more deeply uncomfortable than the shreds it made of their back. "You'll change back. I did."