Dark punched a wall. Who did Oni think he was? Saying something so stupid, and then vanishing away like a coward. Dark hated him. He hated him almost as much as he hated this stupid body of his, that didn't have a proper heart, just a stupid pretense of one. A pretense of a heart that did nothing but cause him pain. Nothing but shot him full of terror and despair."
"Why do I even care for this damn body?" he grumbled to himself, making his way out of the torn castle, walking over the debris left by Ganondorf's attack. "Why do I let this shitty fake heart hurt me?"
"It's not fake if it can feel," said a female voice behind him, and Dark almost jumped out of his own skin.
He whirled around to find a dark figure made entirely of shadows, with bright red eyes.
"Shit, Impa, what happened to you?" he asked.
Impa chuckled, but it was a pained laugh. "This is closer to…what I am now. I would appreciate it if you didn't let Sheik know that, though."
"Huh, sure. But what-?"
"I need you. I need you to go and save Sheik. The god will not save him in time if you don't. Please, I can't bear to let him die. I can transport you right into Ganondorf's location at the Temple, she said, raising a hand at him that dripped a black slime. The shadows pooling at her feet shifted, reaching out to Dark. "I will even…give you a weapon. But please, you have to help him."
A cold terror spread from Dark's heart, filling his chest at the thought of confronting Ganondorf again.
"Sure, send me," he said. "Come on, hurry up!"