Author's Notes: So here's the slightly revised version. Very minor, grammar and syntax changes (and of course a new title). I hope you enjoy, as I spent a whole ten minutes on this! ;)
Half in Shadow
When there's hardly no day
Nor hardly no night
There's things half in shadow
And half way in light
The fire's soft crackle seems too loud against the silence; Midna glances wearily across the flame. Link stares at his hands, turning them over and over as though searching for answers between the dirty cracks and crevices. She wants to tell him that they aren't there; but instead she presses her lips together, instead she tosses him a ration of food, instead she gazes into the orange heat until her eyes are burned and dry.
If she looks up she can see the burning sky, slowly stifled by deep purple clouds. The sounds and smells of nighttime spread across the Earth; Midna wants to shut them out and stay in Twilight forever.
"Link," she says finally, unable to bear his silence. "I'm sorry."
He looks surprised. "What for?"
She can't look at him; she wouldn't want to, not when she knows that she will find distaste in his eyes. "I'm sorry about Zelda," she clarifies, squinting in the ever-growing darkness. "I didn't want—I didn't mean for that to happen, and I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," he says, but looks out into the forest and she can hear the break in his voice. "She did what she thought was right and you were helpless to stop her." He offers her a tiny smile. For half a second, Midna wants to ask if he's sorry; if he would rather that she were dead and the Princess alive. But she doesn't bother. Why ask a question that you already know the answer to?
Why ask a question if you don't want to hear the reply?
"We'll find her body," she pauses, the word ugly and awkward on her tongue. "I promise."
He finally turns to look at her, and his eyes are red. "What does it matter now?"
But she knows that he won't stop until his Princess is at rest; she knows that he will stare up at the stars tonight and wish—and hate himself for wishing—that the Princess hadn't been so damn selfless all the time, that she had put herself above her subjects, if only this once.
She knows that he will tell himself that Zelda was crazy, and a little stuck up, and too smart for her own good; he will say that her beauty was spectacular but he's met plenty of beautiful women before. He'll try to tell himself that she wasn't that important to him, anyway, and that she clearly knew where her loyalty lay—that she devoted herself to her kingdom and its people, and there would have been no place for a Hero of Time, anyway.
But that won't matter, in the end, and Midna knows this also. Because she knows her history; and in all of his lifetimes, Link's heart has never escaped the soft smile and wise eyes of his Princess.
It really is too bad that in all of her lives, she has never been able to free her heart from Link.
Such, she thinks, is the nature of twilight.