Chapter 4
It’s interesting, if rather disconcerting, to see a man who looks like Linkle weaving through a field of monsters. He's even clad in the same shade of green.
All her life she’s grown up believing herself to be the Hero of Legend. The one who appears whenever a calamity befalls Hyrule. That certainty had never really gone away.
She still is the ‘Hero of Hyrule’, of course. It’s an undeniable fact. But it’s also true that the man who uses his sword to tear through monsters like a knife through butter also shares that title.
Linkle catches a glimpse of light to her left, flips backwards just as a heavy sword misses her by a hair’s breath, and wonders if the gods are playing some kind of cosmic joke.
As he cuts through the last of the dodongos, the literal other half of Linkle's soul stops and pauses, catching a glimpse of a female version of himself kicking out at the Bublin King. He stares down vacantly at the blood on his sword, and wonders exactly the same thing.