[She catches that attention and for those breaths, she realises she feels... very aware of herself. Of her truth, as it were. The guilt that she has carried with her since she initially fled her people, never feeling like she can exactly make up for that. Her exterior is a tough one. It's had to be.
But something... Just sometimes, she can feel some of that begin to recede. Even in this place.
Pointedly, Midna glances away under the guise of lifting her hands to shift the way she hides beneath her cloak.]
Never said that I have not tried. Or that I wasn't trying.
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But something... Just sometimes, she can feel some of that begin to recede. Even in this place.
Pointedly, Midna glances away under the guise of lifting her hands to shift the way she hides beneath her cloak.]
Never said that I have not tried. Or that I wasn't trying.