For once, you will be
selfish. For once, you’ll break your promise to those that fought by your side. You will trade your life for the millions of others, as long as evil
will leave Naga’s lands… You glanced around to catch the ginger hair of your husband, his cape whipping with the wind as he dodged and sliced with his
silver sword. He would understand… he always did.
Focusing your attention back on Grima, you gave a final shout and a flash of lightning ripped through Grima’s chest and she glared
at you, her mouth twisting in pain and shock.
“N-NOOOO…” she bellowed, her screech becoming one with the dragon you stood on.
Her form dematerialized into small particles, which flew at your face, and you smiled from their touch. You heard the sound of Lissa sobbing at Chrom’s side and saw how Chrom shook his head, trying to deny the fact
that his best friend will actually be gone, and he put an arm around the young princess to comfort
her. Your smile trembled when you heard light footsteps coming your way.
The familiar voice of honey that flowed in your ears and stilled your breath when you looked into a pair of green eyes. The same smile that kept your heart bubbling was struggling to stay fixed on his lips as he walked towards you, and Gaius tilted his head with that small, gentle smile of his. “Piece of
cake, eh?” he said, reaching to hold your hand.
You slightly chucked at his words and you glanced curiously
at the hand that held yours, feeling a touch that was barely above emptiness on your skin. You realized that your time was running out, and yet, Gaius brought your hand up to kiss it. You noticed the way his eyes were glazed with unshed tears, and you brought your other hand up to cup his cheek, even though you felt nothing but air
against your fingers.
“Gaius… know that I did it because I love you…” you said, your voice as soft as a whisper.
His smile grew, to savor the final moment and to reassure you, and even though it faintly trembled under his willpower, he still brought
a hand up to hold your transparent hand on his cheek. “You did tell me before… I
didn’t want to believe it but hey, you were always the sweet one here… I love
you too, ____.”
On that moment, you vanished before his eyes, and he kept a hand on his cheek, still feeling your ghostly touch on
him. He finally closed his eyes, slightly smiling to himself, and he perked his
head when he heard Morgan walking towards him. The young tactician stood before his father with a tear that trailed down a brown eye, eyes that
matched the person he loved, and Gaius stretched his arms for Morgan to tightly
embrace him, murmuring words into his ear when he felt his son shudder against
his body from his sobbing. The young tactician that grew to be like his mother,
and the greatest gift you could ever give him… the thief knew that he’ll keep your promise, to keep his own smile from fading, and now to give Morgan a
reason to smile every day…