Sheik's power landed them at the heart of the Spirit Temple.
"I can't," said Sheik, pulling away from Dark. "Stay here, I have…I have to go back and help Impa."
"Help Impa how?!" asked Dark, pulling Sheik back. "She's dead! All she wants is for you to not be dead too!"
Sheik slapped him across the face. "You don't understand!" he yelled. "I have to go back. My mother, and…Zelda, she said I was her brother!"
"You are, and guess what? She wants you to not be dead too!"
Sheik kicked him in the stomach and ran away, vanishing in a flash of light.
"F-Fuck," whined Dark, clutching at his stomach. He pulled himself up and ran after him. How did Link ever manage to deal with that guy? Emotions made fools of mortals, it seemed.
He stopped to breathe, touched the place in his chest where his fake heart pumped pure fear and worry out to his body, and then kept running.
Hearts were only good to make fools of everyone. Fuck hearts is what he thought.
The Spirit Temple shook. Whatever was going on with Nayru could not be good. Dark ran through hallways, jumping over traps and climbing through the other shadows. He could not be sure where Sheik or Zelda (or that thing wearing Zelda's body) were exactly, so he had to go through every room, following the sounds of something shaking the earth.
He went back towards the entrance, still on the lookout for Sheik, when he ran straight into something that had most definitely not been there a second ago. He jumped backwards.
"You're alright. Good," said a deep voice.
Dark rubbed at his nose. "Oni? What happened?" he asked, noticing that he was carrying an unconscious and battered Link on his shoulder.
"Lots. Here, have Link," said Oni, handing Link over to Dark.
"Fuck your explanations. What's that shit? We almost died!"
"I told you to stay back," said Oni, with the same tone that one would use while talking to a five year old.
Which was alright with Dark, because he felt like acting like a five year old.
"That was stupid! Sheik almost died! And then that thing inside Zelda's body is chasing us and-" said Dark.
Oni put his finger to Dark's lips to silence him. "She's not chasing you anymore. Stay here. Sheik approaches. I will deal with Nayru."
And with that, Dark realized he was suddenly alone, and carrying an unconscious Link in his arms. He bit his lower lip. What a good pair of useless heroes they made. An unconscious and defeated one, and a weak and defeated one.
Either way, they were both pretty shitty heroes.
He let Link down to lie on the floor and put his green cap under his head. All of Link's clothes looked burnt on the edges. There were even strange scars around his eyes. And of course, all the wounds he had gotten from his battle with Ganondorf must still be there. Dark looked down at Link's left wrist. He couldn't feel whether it was still broken or not, and didn't want to move it and make it worse.
Soft footsteps approached, and Sheik rounded a corner to find Dark and Link on the ground. He gasped.
"What happened to him?!" he asked, looking at Link.
"No idea, stay with him," said Dark, jumping into the shadows and rushing away from them.
No way was Sheik going to leave Link alone. That was a good way to keep them together and out of harm's way.
Guilt could be so useful.