Link rushed forward, all in a moment, and ran Ghirahim right the way through with his once-pure blade. At the same time his arm wrapped around the man's waist, and he felt him stagger slightly.
I hate you. I hate you, but I love you.
His arms around the man, he refused to let go. He heard the sickening sound of metal through flesh, and there were no words. The blood on his hands said it all.
Ghirahim let a choked sound come out and his world came crashing down around him, but nowhere near as hard as Link's did. They sank to the floor together, in unison, and Link lay in the embrace of the demon lord.
He remembered the lullaby his mother used to sing to him, from nowhere, and didn't realize that it took him until now to remember how the melody went. He began to hum softly, and shifted. The blade piercing the demon's body pointed skyward. Ghirahim stroked his lover's blonde hair, fading in and out and wondering why he wasn't dead yet.
Link didn't notice.
All he knew was that even i