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Chapter two.
Nabooru is your mom.
There was silence throughout the darkened courtyard. Impa wished the Princess would come, and knew she wouldn't.
Breathing rather heavily, she pushed slightly against Sheik's arm. Sheik strengthened his grip around her, and in doing so, accidentally pushed the Sheikah pocket knife deeper into her chest. More blood gushed forth.
"Ow," she muttered. Then, after a pause, "This is rather awkward."
"Well, of course it is," Sheik said in his low, strikingly feminine voice. "I've just stabbed you."
"Yeah." Impa struggled to keep her voice straight. "Never expected that."
"You should have," Sheik said, gesturing towards the Eye of Truth on her chest.
"You're right," she coughed. "I should have."
"This is a fatal wound," he said, more as a question than a statement.
"Most likely. You didn't hit the heart, more like... in between in and a vessel."
Sheik grinned. "You were always matter-of-fact about things."
"I was?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"...Yeah."
"I guess this is it then."
"You're probably right." He paused. "Impa, I want to know..."
"What?"
"Did you love me?"
She raised her eyebrows. "You should know."
He blinked.
"Yes," she confirmed.
He pulled the knife out. It made a sickening sound. Blood dripped onto the tiles and echoed across the empty courtyard.
"Wrong decision." His voice wavered slightly. Impa gave him a pitying look.
"Well then, you'd best get some clothes on. It's cold." This was a rather obvioius statement.
Without saying a word, he laid her back down on the bench, pulled on his shirt, and wrapped the face cover around his head. Then, hesitating, he took it off, wrapped it around her chest, folded her arms over it, and left.