Condemned
"You might as well ask," Midna sighed. "I know you're itching to."
"Wh-Whaaat?" Link laughed nervously. "No, I don't want to pry or anything."
"Forget it," she deadpanned. "You'd be bursting at the seams until I tell you. Impatient mutt."
Link blinked. He could have sworn that she maybe perhaps sort of almost had a teasing lilt to her voice.
He chalked it up to his imagination.
"Well, how to put this," she mulled.
She glanced at him.
"I'm slated for death."
And Link looked as if a weight dropped into his stomach and toppled his spine.
"What?" His expression disclosed volumes of his numb disbelief.
Slowly, horror crawled its way onto his features.
"G-Good one," he tried, attempting a dry chuckle that came out more as a cough. "If this is your way of telling me to butt out and mind my own business, trust me, I can take a-"
"Please," and she actually smirked. "You're the one person I've met who's physically unable to take any sort of hint. But I'm serious."
His eyes widened.
"I've always been meant to meet my end by that sword," she murmured, tilting her gaze far into the murky skies. "If I'm lucky, I'll at least take it to hell with me."
"Midna, please, you can't think-"
"Link, listen. You heard the bastard. I'm a Sol, and the last one left at that. It's not by pity or remorse or kindness that my life was spared."
She turned, and for the first time since he's known her, she smiled.
A smile mired in sorrow. A smile soft as it was empty. Beautiful as it was horrible.
He never wanted to see such a lost, forlorn expression on her face ever, ever again.
"My existence," she breathed. "Has always been nothing."
Her smile twisted bitter.
"Nothing, nothing, nothing more than a means to an end."
Author's Note: Okay, I did not plan for this to come out that depressing. Uh. Poor Midna. Hold your britches, everyone, more coming in just a jiff!