[As she listens, she feels herself soften. Just a touch. Maybe it's relieving to hear that his feelings aren't so removed from her own. Midna would not say that she feels a need to have her feelings validated, and yet there's comfort in the idea that they can feel the same way. If she'd been given the opportunity to come here of her own volition, would she have?

Perhaps not. But that could be purely circumstantial. If she made such a decision, it'd have to be when she felt that the Twilight was safe without her. A time when she didn't feel like she had to make up for past transgressions. Or failing her people. She realises even just thinking about it that it's still a bit of a sore point for her.]

The power of choice is a strong one. [Midna agrees, tilting her head as she eyes him. Turning her attention onto the body of water that he's been fishing from, she carefully adjusts her cloak and finally chooses to sit.] Many people here probably feel the same way. I'm not different in that respect either. I like being able to feel that I can make my own choices. Not that my hand is being forced.

[But all of that aside—]

Your Hyrule sounds... [Not like hers. Well, the one she's familiar with. Sounds more like what could have happened if they hadn't stopped Ganondorf.] How is it that your Hyrule came to be the way it is?