"Come, my King..."
...and the King followed, letting himself be led by the mage, not wanting to break physical contact with Mula...not wanting to think. Touya followed Mula down through the winding corridors, to a part of the castle he had never seen before. And then the mage was letting go of his hand...moving away to reach for the white sheet...and Touya watched, eyes growing wide...wanting suddenly to be away from the dim, unfamiliar room...wanting to call out, command Mula not to remove the sheet that covered what he knew must lie beneath...
But as if locked in a dream, Touya couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, his heart thudding heavily in his chest...and as if in slow motion, Mula pulled the sheet away, to reveal what Touya believed to be...his sister...
"This is the fault of your High Priest. This is what Yukito has done."
Touya stood in stunned silence, his mind taking many moments to catch up with what his dark, disbelieving eyes told him lay before him. And then the King let out a wretched cry as he pushed the mage out of the way and pulled the cold...lifeless...brown-haired girl into his arms, falling to his knees and clutching the body to his chest...rocking her slowly back and forth...Sakura...as what was left of his heart froze away, leaving him with nothing but grief filled misery...
“No...no.....please...no.....” The King’s heart wrenching cries carried through the mage’s quarters, echoing through the dark, lonely depths of the castle, as he continued to clutch the girl in his arms...trying to reason with the gods to strike him down too...put him out of his pain and heartbreak...
As grief tore viscously through his soul, his mind finally gave in to his exhaustion, and as Touya’s anguished, tear-filled eyes began to close...before sliding into unconsciousness...Touya whispered, needing...begging...for the only one who could be of any comfort now.....”Mula...”