She turned to face the mirror chamber, a light breeze flowing across the scorching desert. Her throat was knotted but not a bit of it showed on her face. She even managed a thin smile.
"Thank you," she murmured, intending it for both Link and Zelda, but her eyes only held the Hero's. He had been through so much, all for her. The faint scars on his skin, the hidden exhaustion in his light blue eyes…this whole thing had been her, her world, a touch of his world, and it was almost all of her doing. Zant had cast the Twilight upon their light world, but it was she who forced the Hero into submission, forced him to help her.
He was more than willing toward the end of the two years. Two years. She couldn't change the past. She couldn't change what she had put him through. But she could change it from ever happening again. She continued on, hoping to hide her coming intentions.
"Well, the princess spoke truly: as long as that mirror's around, we could meet again…"
However, as bold as she may have liked to be, her emotions were besting her. Twili were raised on coldness and apathy; emotions were new to her and this one was no exception. In the last few months of their journey, she had grown rather fond of the Hero. The way he spoke to her, so gently, the way he cared for her through his trials of pain. He was so kind and gentle and considerate; he was too good for her—to good for anyone, really. Just her especially. Shadow and light did not mix. Zelda had a flaw in her speech there. Midna thought about telling Link these strange feelings. But she couldn't manage. She closed her eyes so she didn't have to meet his gaze.
"Link…" She felt a single golden tear fall from her eye, though she made no move to stop it. Instead, she urged it forward, allowing it to travel to the mirror's face. "I…See you later," she murmured quietly, watching as the single golden tear met with the mirror's surface. It illuminated a moment, spread, and cracks begin to sound. Link and Zelda turned in alarm to the sound, both holding a collective gasp. Link looked back to Midna hurriedly; she avoided him. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her be so weak. Instead, she remained as stoic as she could, but the act broke quickly and she smiled. It was the last one she would give him. She felt the other side begin to pull, and she dissolved into fine white crystals before them before she disappeared entirely.
In her absence, the mirror shattered.
Two hearts followed in wake.
In the Twilight Realm, the Princess fell to her knees.
In The Light world, The Hero was without a Heroin.