"You keep saying that," Nabooru argued with a bit a soft scoff. "Just because it's not benefiting you doesn't mean it's not benefiting someone else. Besides, didn't it ever occur to you that maybe it's benefiting me? Yes, all I've done lately is talk about how I want to save the Gerudo, how I will, even if I have to be sneaky about it, but isn't it a little obvious that this is chance for me to be needed?"

She slipped her hands behind her back, temporarily forgetting about the cold. "Of course I want to feel useful and needed and like I have a purpose and not some stupid thing that was made so men would fall in love with me and procreate with me and I'd just have babies my whole life. Of course I want to be more than just a nice set of tits and ass. This is my chance to do that, isn't it? I'll go down into history as a hero. A Gerudo who was a hero. Not a disgrace. Not whatever Lord Ganondorf is going to become. I can be living proof that the Gerudo aren't the most horrible people ever."

"I'm not pure of heart to say that I'm doing this completely for them. No way. I'm doing a lot of it for me, too. What kind of purpose do I have if I can't help them? I'll wind up stuck at this academy, not doing anything with my life. Yeah. Maybe some time a really great guy will come by and remind me what it's like to be wanted and adored. And you know, I'd love that. I really, really would. I'd sometimes love that more than anything. But come on. Honestly. You're the best example of it all."

She pointed to herself, "You look at me and see one thing only. And every other guy in the world is going to see the exact same thing. I might as well be condemned to my solitude."