"How could, how could you!" Zant relinquished his grip just slightly, granting Zelda an opportunity to breathe while he continued to hang her in the air, stomping his feet in what appeared to be a bit of a tantrum. When that finally passed, he pointed accusingly towards the imp.

"Still your tongue for a moment, whelp! You dare not speak of my god so easily! I will tell you of both magic and the oppression of ages... The people of our tribe -- a tribe that mastered the arts of magic... were locked away in this world like insects in a cage! In the shadows we regressed, so much so that we soon knew neither anger nor hatred...nor even the faintest bloom of desire..." he shook his head woefully as he continued. "And all of it was the fault of a useless, do-nothing royal family that had resigned itself to this miserable half-existence!" A pause, as a scimitar was summoned in his hand, adding with a hiss, "I had served and endured in that depraved household for far too long, my impudent princess."