This is a quick ansty one-shot inspired by andrhats "Soul Mates" story, after chapter 65, but it could take place in any Link-centered story. Hope you enjoy!
Reconciliation
Link looked down panting and gasping with exertion. As his breathing returned, his eyes turned inward, unfocused. He slipped unnoticed to a kneel. What was he doing here? He had killed again. His earlier question came back to haunt him. Was this all he was to be? Killer of monsters? Slayer of demons? Destined defeater of Ganondorf? What was he when he wasn't a murderer? A warrior? A hero? He had no parents, no friends, very few acquaintances. His companion fairy was dead; his lover was deceased; his country was dying. His early childhood was tainted with taunting. His later childhood was stolen away by the strands of time. His only skills were fighting and a little fishing. What would he be if he was only a normal Hylian? He didn't know. He didn't know who he was, only that he had a duty to perform, a quest to finish. But what was the point of that? Who would he be afterward? With no family, no love, blood all over his hands and a title he didn't want, what would he be?
Despair washed over him as he curled into a tight ball and began sobbing. It hurt; it all hurt. It hurt much more than he ever imagined possible; more than a sword cut, a spear point through the shoulder, an arrow in his thigh. He was nothing. He wasn't a hero—he'd slaughtered too much for that. He wasn't even sure he was a warrior, just a tool for the goddesses. He laid there and cried until his spirit was numb, until all his hopes and dreams and desires emptied out. He was finally reconciled to the only purpose his life had ever had: to save Hyrule. Slowly he got up, and without looking back, he began the walk to his final destination, to the final battle with Ganondorf.