Link has to get rid of Dark Link before anybody finds out that he actually exists, but why is Dark Link so laid back about the whole thing? Doesn't he care about being destroyed?
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When Dark woke up, Link was already awake, and getting breakfast ready in the kitchen. Dark rolled over on the floor, away from the mattress next to him so he stared at the cold heart. He noticed that his skin was still the same tanned color as the night before, and wondered if he had changed it during the night.
"You did," said Oni, coming down the stairs.
Dark growled and changed his skin back to it's usual gray. "I never realized how annoying I was being when I did that whole listening to other's thoughts thing."
Oni sat down next to him. "He was right. You do look fake as a blonde," he said.
"I don't look fake as a blonde. I look like him with long hair. And I wasn't even trying to look like him. I was going for a 'cool big brother' style. See?" said Dark with a smug grin as he changed himself into the same exact colors that Link wore on his very skin. He knew every detail of them. He knew of every single gray hair hiding between the golden ones, and how he had started to get freckles from the sun after the forest temple.
He was a perfect copy in all senses. He might be cold to the touch, he might not cry, or dream, but otherwise he was a perfect copy.
"That is a lie," said Oni, frowning and lifting a hand to stop Dark's illusion. "You do dream. You dream of being him."
"I'm a shadow, that's sort of what I do," said Dark, braiding his hair and looking around for his black cap. He had thrown it somewhere the night before, but he couldn't remember where. "And has anyone told you it's rude to eavesdrop on other's conversations? If we're not talking to you, you shouldn't be listening."
Link came out of the kitchen. "No fighting. You'll wake up Sheik."
"How do I look?" asked Dark, turning back into a copy of Link.
Link narrowed his eyes. "You look like the reason I shouldn't have long hair," he said.
"Jerk," muttered Dark.
Sheik came down the stairs with silent steps, and nobody noticed him until Oni moved aside to let him through.
"Good morning," he said, and looked at Link and Dark. He blinked, and then glared at them. "It's really too early for this."
"We're twins!" chirped Dark, throwing an arm around Link's shoulders.
"You gave him too much power. Can't you make him stop?" said Sheik to the Fierce Deity, who shrugged and walked out of the house.
"He's just angry 'cos he can't tell us apart," said Dark, letting go of Link. "I'm going to go hunt something for lunch. I can smell you made porridge, and I'm disgusted."
Link rolled his eyes and went back to the kitchen. Sheik followed him.
"How are you feeling?" asked Sheik, leaning against the kitchen table while Link finished breakfast.
"Me? I'm fine, why do you ask?"
Sheik glared at him. "I stabbed you in the head the other day."
"Ooh, that. I'm fine, don't worry. I had completely forgotten about that," he said, setting two plates at the table and motioning for Sheik to sit with him. "Haven't you ever used a red potion? They cure you completely."
"I have used them," said Sheik, grabbing his spoon. "I know they cure you completely. But...I mean, the pain lingers..."
Link gave him a confused look. "So? It's just pain. Goddesses Sheik, I can't remember the last time I lived without something hurting here or there. Don't worry about that," he said.
"But I stabbed you. The pain from that-"
Link laughed. "Sheik please, I used to get stabbed all the time," he said, with the first careless smile Sheik had ever seen on him. "What did you think I did at the temples? Admire the architecture? No, I got stabbed. It really is no problem."
Sheik stared at him, the reality of it all dawning on him. Of course, he knew at an intellectual level that he was sending Link out to fight monsters. He wasn't stupid. But he had never stopped to think of the fact that Link was mentally ten years old when he emerged from the temple. He had never thought of how Link would deal with the idea of fighting hordes of monsters, trapped and alone.
And he had dealt with it in the most perfect way possible: By thinking it was normal. Link got stabbed, barely survived through emergency magical means, and he thought it was all very fine and dandy and didn't want to hurt Sheik's feelings.
Sheik felt something cold curling at the back of his throat, suffocating him. It took him no time to recognize his old friend guilt.
"Sheik? Are you ok?" asked Link. "You haven't been yourself lately."
What would you know of that? You saw me a handful of times during the war. You thought I didn't even exist.
"I'm just...a little out of sorts. The idea that the war is over hasn't sink in completely," said Sheik, swallowing his guilt and his resentment at the same time.
"You'll get used to it soon," said Link. "Hmmm, when we get to the castle and after we clear up everything with Zelda, I can show you around the realm. There are many things that are different now."
Sheik nodded. "I'd like some explanations first. Although...maybe...do you think I could see Impa first?"
"Impa? Well she's a sage now and I usually contact them through Zelda. Like, when I want to speak to Saria or Ruto, and even then they can't see me sometimes," said Link.
"She will want to see me," said Sheik.
"I'm sure all the sages will want to see you," said Link with a slight shrug.
Sheik lowered his eyes. "I meant, she'll want to see me because she's my mother."
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