“Laharl…” Link called after him, only half expecting a response. He didn’t particularly like Laharl, but he had no intention of letting it show. The group would have to like one another in order to work as a team. This was something that he felt Marth in particular valued at the same level he did.
“Laharl, you are obviously very strong,” Link began. “But there are many others in this group who are exhausted. You’re the only one who wants to leave right now, and you know, we won’t be following you if you go ahead, because we are exhausted. But I have a hunch that this Cateraun will not be taken down by a single entity like yourself. You need us, Laharl, and we need you. When all of us are working with you, all of us benefit, even you; because we all have each other to depend upon.”
Link looked longingly at Laharl for several seconds upon the completion of his monologue, but was quickly distracted by a conversation between Marth and Sora. They were both trying to identify a girl that Marth had a relationship with that shared a past with the three of them, but neither of them could figure out the woman’s identity.
After several seconds of taciturn brainstorming, Link had another vision. He passed out, and saw yet another image…
It was of a man in an orange suit of armor that seemed to have numerous weapons and gadgets built in. His helmet was all concealing, and nothing of his figure could be seen.
The man approached Marth and removed his helmet, and Link was surprised to see that it was not a man, but a woman—and a very pretty one at that. She had a light complexion, blue eyes, long, straight, blond hair, and a shapely figure covered in a full-body, tight, blue suit. She looked as though she was in love with Marth, and Marth clearly felt the same feelings towards her.
Though Link was surprised to see that the person under the power suit was a woman, in his vision, he could see himself, who didn’t seem surprised at all. And that version of himself in the vision, it seemed younger… about two years.
Suddenly, he blacked out again.
The woman was in jeopardy, facing off with a large, dark, unidentifiable figure. Link could barely make out someone saying the name Nefirus with a mixture of fear and hatred. It was himself.
He saw Marth looking at the woman with fear in his eyes. Why was the woman facing this evil being called Nefirus alone? Link did not know, but it was causing Marth no measureable amount of stress. “Samus!” He cried, over and over again. “Samus, no!...”
Link snapped back to reality and looked at Marth and Sora. “Her name was Samus,” he announced. “And she was beautiful. I wonder where she is now?...” He quickly ended his digression on Samus’s whereabouts to announce the other piece of knowledge obtained in his vision. “Nefirus was someone—or something—that was evil. We all faced it at some point, and I think it was about two years ago, but I can’t seem to remember…”