Fury.
It was all Link could feel. Even after the Twili murmered words that would usually make him smile. Pain, hurt, rage, rejection. Murder.
All things caused by this man. By this filth. Link felt himself lifting something up, slamming it into the ground. He heard a crack, and a scream.
"Stop, no! NO! THIS ISN'T HOW HE DIES!"
Lift, slam, lift, slam. A simple, swaying pattern. A routine that eased thoughts from his mind. Everything was beeter this way, a pattern. Like back in Ordon, every morning. Wake up, shepard, farm. Simple.
"Are you even listening? STOP!" Simple...Wait, what?
Blinking, Link realized what was happening. Yelping, he jumped backwards. A pool of blood stained the ground. With a start, Link realized it was on his hands, inking the sin into his form. "M-Mid..."
Midna swam in front of him, concern etched in her features. He could see the normal look of agitation behind it, too. THAT was reassuring.
"Link? We have t-"
"I did this. I-I could've...Is he?" Midna shook her head quickly, placing a hand on Link's forehead.
"We have to get him somewhere. He will die if we don't help him." The stubborn scentence brought a smile to Link's face.
"Kakariko." With a firm nod, Midna started a warp. Feeling his body break apart, he drifted into the familier feeling of being transported.
Forming into the shimmering pool, Link stared down at the Twili. His breathing was growing duller, that warp may have not been the greatest for his health.
"Link? My goodness! What is that?"
Renado.
The pool splashed, and Midna slipped into Link's shadow. Link looked up, holding back guilty tears.
"Can you save him?"
"I can try." Renado heaved Zant over his shoulder, rushing off.
For a moment, Link had an inkling of doubt. What would happen if Zant woke up? What if he died?
Burdened with grief and doubt, Link felt his eyes grow heavier. Landing with a soft thud in the pool, he succumbed to sleep.