Dente's senses began to kick in. This was all...very familiar. Clearly some sort of dreamlike vision, but why? Not sure how to react, Dente follows the trail of the young boy. He eventually has to slightly jog in order to keep up with the boy's mad hurry. Finally, upon stopping, Dente is startled by the boy's desperate shouts. The boy clamored for some help, now kneeling beside the Zora's body. The Zora was in bad shape. After what felt like minutes, the boy, panicked tears streaming down his face, did his best to prop the Zora onto his shoulder, and made his way desperately to a presumed safe place.
Dente froze, watching the scene unfold. Why was he seeing this familiar scene? His own face was equally painted with concern. He couldn't help the boy, whose face he could not see. He could only watch and hope he made it to whereever he was to go....