this is terrible and i should feel terrible. oh wait. i do. sorry ill try again :\
For his entire life, his entire sad, empty, pathetic life, Ghirahim couldn't remember a single moment when he wasn't filled with this peculiar bitterness. He never knew why it was there, wasn't even certain it was that. If it were, it just wouldn't have made sense.
What was he, after all, but an emotionless tool?
But nonetheless, the feeling –whatever it was- was still there, chilling him to the core, leaving him angry at the world.
Sometimes though, when he wasn't feeling so completely useless, he'd like to humor the thought that maybe there was a reason for the feeling, maybe he was more than just a slave. He would always end up laughing in contempt at that notion, a sad, self-deprecating laugh.
When he first registered the feeling for what it was, it frightened him. It was different and unfamiliar and he wanted nothing more than to beat it back into submission, buried and hidden and not affecting him. Which brought up another point: his violent nature. He was so sure that he hadn't always been like that, that he used to be kind and maybe even gentle, but he couldn't remember.
Still, as time went by, he stopped fighting the bitterness as he realized, the struggle is futile. He came to (begrudgingly) accept it, feeling it was the only constant in his dark life.
This thought made it easier for him to be angry when he came around, made it easier to hate him.
Because one day, he was alone like he always was, barely making it through another day, and then the next, he was there, just some kid who seemed determined to make him uncomfortable. He had wormed his way past Ghirahim's shield, wrapped around his icy heart, melting his only reassurance.
The brat made him start to feel things again, so unfamiliar and scary.
As terrible as it was though, the feeling of being stripped down to nothing (not that he had much in the first place), vulnerable, it made Ghirahim experience a quiet, almost nonexistent gratefulness.
Unwanted as he wanted it to be, Link was still allowing him to be something other than bitter, being his window back into the world. He was sharing his radiant warmth for whatever reason, and he was giving him his life.
