Blackfeather Woods I send a pestilence, a plague

He merely murmured instead, which confused the young herbalist. It seemed half understand, half....disapproving. As if that wasn't supposed to be Potema's training regiment. Another thing that his mother seemed to fail on. He loved his mother as a son should, but that was the extent of his affections for her. He did not worship her as Vaati and his sisters did; she was no moral authority for him.

Small animals aren't surprising to him. It made sense. So does the use of prisoners. But himself? Ganondorf was perplexed. Why risk dying? He did not know if he was afraid of death. He knew that his mother and the rest of Blackfeather Woods did not, accepting that there was some dark comforting place after death. But he did not know. He did not like not knowing, but he could not accept the yolk of his family's gods. If you die then you won't live to use your knowledge, It seemed like the most reasonable thing to Ganon, but perhaps that wasn't the case in his uncle's mind.