What the hell's goin' on here?!

[He is so beyond pissed right now. He's seated outside, from the looks of things, against a brick wall with a sword peaking out against his back, and another cradled protectively in his lap.

His Devil Bringer keeps the katana steady as he practically glares into his... bracelet.]

And I better not get that same stupid little speech from before. I’m supposed to live here? [He laughs a bitter, sarcastic laugh.] If you think I'm just gonna accept that, then you've got another thing coming!

[Threats aside, his glare lightens up a little after a moment, the biting edge in his tone softening just a tad.]

Kyrie, if you can hear this, I need you to tell me where you are...

[Icy blue eyes avert their gaze, focusing briefly on the now clenched fist of his non-human right hand, before the feed cuts.]

[The feed clicks on to a... very interesting young man. Pointy ears, a weird outfit... the whole shebang. He seems to be reading over the letter again, just holding the device with the other hand. He's not exactly sure what it is, and he was just hitting random buttons. Lucky him that he hit it! ... Though, he doesn't notice that he actually turned it on.

Reading it over again and again, he just keeps repeating small little sections of the letter.]

"Restoring color and life"... ? [Well... He had to restore light to the Master Sword before. Not really the same, but... oh well.]

"In order to preserve this world and the one from whence you came"... [Wait, his world if already preserved. He did stop Ganondorf and Zant, after all. Separated the Twilight Realm from his own... What else was there?] "... you must flourish within this city."

[Uh... huh. He tilts his head, looking at the paper quizzically again, before finally saying--]

I don't understand.