Midna stepped over the threshold into the Realm of Twilight, and paused long enough to hear the sound of the shattering mirror. For a moment...just a single heart wrenching moment, she thought she heard him cry out. But no. He was gone, and the path between their world had been forever severed. Shattered by a single tear.
She looked down at her hands, which, only days...hours before had been gnarled. Now, she had regained not only her beauty, but also the memory of her ancestors. All thanks to those chosen by the Gods, and their Spirits of Light. She could once again rule her people, lead them away from the oppresion of Zant and keep the relics of the fused shadows safe. She should have been happy...
So why wasn't she? She had promised him they would see each other again, and then had destroyed any possibility of that...unless the Goddesses so chose. Only the true ruler could destroy the mirrior of Twilight, and she had done just that. To save her people. To keep what had happened from happening again. 'Princess Zelda,' she thought as the tears, bright with the light her heart had learned, began to fall, 'Take care of Link. Love him so that, should me meet again, I don't have to.'