Construct
"You're really stubborn," he smiled.
The look she sent him was so smeared with disdain, even she was impressed that he didn't recoil.
"About yourself, I mean," he explained. "You're great, y'know. It's just that you don't seem to think so."
She pursed her lips ruefully.
"I'm nothing," and her bitter gaze swept the ground she traveled. "Whether you remember that or not is up to you."
He impatiently sidled up alongside her.
"Midna, you make it a point to help anyone you come across. Look, there's a golem now. You're postponing your search for the sword just to kill these things. I know you might hate to be called 'noble,' but if the shoe fits-"
"Drop it," she snarled. "You're being stupid, as usual. Believe me when I say that it's not like that. I do this because…because…"
She gritted her teeth, before sprinting forward and venting her frustrations on the golem.
Clasps of twilight snaked their way across the ground at the golem's feet, before shattering its entire bottom half.
She flung her hair forward, enveloping the stone it was crafted from, searching out the sinews of energy that held the construct together.
Strands of blood orange slipped into crevasses between the stone, slithering into its veins.
And her hair lit like tendrils of living flame, and she squeezed.
Green, ethereal substance – not quite liquid, not quite vapor, but blood's counterfeit, a very travesty hardly resembling life – spewed every which way, and the golem crumbled.
She told him, "Link, you don't understand, and you can never understand. But I. Am. Nothing."
For once, Link was left speechless, and he looked very much like he wanted to cry.
Cry about her. Cry for her.
She grimaced, and stepped across the golem's remains, and told herself she could not care less.
Author's Note: Skipped a day, darn it! I'd like to say this'll be the last time, but well HAHAHAHA anyway have a minutely longer chapter to compensate. Let me know what you thought!