The product of listening to "Midna's Lament." I love that song.
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It was raining.
It fell in icy sheets, and Midna shuddered brokenly. She clung lifelessly to her wolf's back, small pale fingers intertwined in his thick hair. Thunder boomed, somewhere far away, and she buried her face into his mane. It was such a lonely sound.
So much pain... Everything hurt, so much that she could hardly breathe. She wasn't sure exactly what the Usurper had done to her. All she knew now was pain. Pain, and the sound of rain falling from above, the wet smell of her wolf's back, and a chill that pierced her mercilessly.
This was it. This was where she was going to die. She was going to die on a wolf's back, running through this late-night rainstorm. She wanted to tell her charge not to even bother, to just stop here and let her fade away in peace. But he was such a hopeful kid, he truly believed that going to Zelda would help, and she just couldn't tell him.
He ran over a bump as he crossed a small bridge, jostling her. A pained, strangled moan passed Midna's lips before she could stop it.
Immediately, a pair of frantic blue eyes were focused on her, and Link whined at her desperately. There was a shakiness to his usually self-possessed tone; he sounded terrified.
Midna only shook her head, telling him not to worry. Reluctantly, Link turned his head forward again, and raced onward through the storm with grim conviction, limping every few steps. He still wasn't healed from his encounter with the Twilight King, either.
This was silly. No, this was pointless. The entire time she had been with Link, she had treated him terribly, and now he was running like mad through the rain, grasping at straws to save her. It wasn't fair to him. She wanted to tell him to stop, because she didn't deserve this kind of kindness from him.
She just couldn't tell him. Couldn't tell him this was hopeless, couldn't tell him to give up, couldn't tell him he'd be better off without her. Because if she told him to go, if she convinced him it was for the better, he would, and she just didn't want to be alone. Not now, now that she was in so much pain, now that she was dying, now that she cared too much about him to let him leave her.
As the rain fell, Midna just put her head down and clung tighter.
