I would have been fine anyway. Well, if floating through space for potentially millennia can be considered as fine, anyway.
The Deity had taken so much of Majora’s power that he realized he could communicate fully without anybody wearing the mask. He spoke to Majora, making one final request.
Even though he had lost, the Deity felt too good to be upset. He had become so powerful. He could feel telepathic abilities that he could never have dreamed of. He knew that he could probably defeat Majora if he wore the mask again, and that he could force him to, but…
A part of him that had been disabled had returned. The very part that had demanded death from Majora. The part that saw the truth in himself.
“I will not allow this power to be abused,” he said to himself.
The Deity was totally engrossed in the task of ripping away the barriers to Majora’s mind. Therefore, he didn’t notice the things he normally would. He didn’t see out of the eyes of his mask, and he didn’t feel what touched his mask. That is why he never felt the touch of Majora’s hand, to tear him away.
(Ah… I probably should have worded that a little better.)
The Fierce Deity felt Majora’s power almost as if it were his own, and soon, it would be. He felt infinitely powerful, as if his power was mixing with Majora’s. With great force, the Deity thrust forward into Majora’s power.
Majora’s insult fuelled the Deity’s rage, making him stronger in spirit. He struck harder, forcing himself further into Majora’s mind.
“YOUR POWER SHALL BE MINE!” he roared.