on searching for a game...

[crepusculi]

[After a casual yawn, Midna lightly hops up to her feet, and stretches her arms way above her head, interlaces her fingers, then sets her hands on her hips.]

It's about time that you did something with me, your head is a really boring place, you know that? Eee hee hee~

So, what are you waiting for? Chop chop!

Comments

[splitthetimeline]

Hrmmm... No. Not everything.

[Just most things. He had a singular goal in death, one that would help his descendant in his fight as well as allow the Shade to finally find rest. He had nothing else to 'live' for.]

[crepusculi]

Only what matters.

[Midna can understand that. The troubles of her people, her own plight, and the world of Light. It's not that she doesn't feel their weight, it's that she chooses not to feel sorry for herself. She nods in approval.]

[splitthetimeline]

You are a very perceptive creature, child of Twilight. The boy should listen to you more.

[crepusculi]

Of course he should!

[There is no humility whatsoever in that statement.]

If he hasn't learned that for himself yet, then he's much stupider than I thought~