[His very initial question, perhaps a bit innocent and earnest, provokes a quiet laugh out of her.
She knows it well, though prior to her own adventure through it, she had only ever been able to admire it from afar. Stories have said that darkness yearns for light, and that light reflects a similar sentiment. Midna can look back on her youth and even later years to agree with that. Even here in this world she can appreciate the light, even if she cannot find herself enduring it easily or well.
He stirs her attention with relative ease and swiftness, referencing what he knows or what he's made discovery of. To him, the tale of Hyrule and the Twilight is mythos? She ought not to be surprised. Hyrule had worked so tirelessly it seemed to keep the Twilight more a concept than a reality. A part of her feels disappointment and a touch of that remaining anger and grudge that has lingered.]
My, if that's true, then I have to say that I look astounding for my age. [Which is to say, she doubts very much she is tens of thousands of years old, and Gods have mercy on anyone else who would dare imply otherwise.] I assure you that what I've said is as it was. What a curious thing that you appear to be a great deal like him. By which, I mean the hero, of course. Not that despicable banished demon king you made mention of.
[She sure is familiar with Hyrule. And the Hero of Light. And Ganondorf. Some of those things a lesser pleasant familiarity.]
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She knows it well, though prior to her own adventure through it, she had only ever been able to admire it from afar. Stories have said that darkness yearns for light, and that light reflects a similar sentiment. Midna can look back on her youth and even later years to agree with that. Even here in this world she can appreciate the light, even if she cannot find herself enduring it easily or well.
He stirs her attention with relative ease and swiftness, referencing what he knows or what he's made discovery of. To him, the tale of Hyrule and the Twilight is mythos? She ought not to be surprised. Hyrule had worked so tirelessly it seemed to keep the Twilight more a concept than a reality. A part of her feels disappointment and a touch of that remaining anger and grudge that has lingered.]
My, if that's true, then I have to say that I look astounding for my age. [Which is to say, she doubts very much she is tens of thousands of years old, and Gods have mercy on anyone else who would dare imply otherwise.] I assure you that what I've said is as it was. What a curious thing that you appear to be a great deal like him. By which, I mean the hero, of course. Not that despicable banished demon king you made mention of.
[She sure is familiar with Hyrule. And the Hero of Light. And Ganondorf. Some of those things a lesser pleasant familiarity.]