Notes: Ok, I lied. So this is the REAL last one. Niteskye mentioned that she'd like to see Hagen and Jabu, and so I attempted. I decided I didn't like Jabu enough to write one for him, nor did I have enough inspiration. But, I really did want to write one for Hagen, so here it is.

Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers, DeathIsVirtue, Nao-san, LSN, yami-kame, SilverFeathers, irrelevantmaverick, and olhailirios. Special thanks to my little crabbie friend for reviewing almost every chapter, and then sort of helping this last one come into being.

Last romance thing, I promise. Cheers!

The first day had been worse than hell. He was in hell already, and yet his own mind continued to remind him.

The second day he fell into despair, because everything hurt.

The third day was when he first lifted his head from his pain. The reason was simple. He heard a voice. It was not simply a voice, either. It was a clear, pure, sweet voice, an unsurpassable voice he could not forget.

Hagen!

He wondered why she was calling for him, even now.

Hagen, where are you?

It had been a moment's choice, and he knew it had been wrong. But was there a right decision? Could he have chosen otherwise and had things turn out at their best? And yet…he could not forget that last look in her eyes, the jewel green marred by precocious sorrow.

Hagen, come back to me!

He knew she hated him now, for all the wrong he had done. After all, he had broken her after breaking himself. His body had frozen like the ice he controlled, and then his heart—his heart was always filled with volcanic lava, hot and insuppressible—but yet, that heat was his downfall. He had believed so blindly that his choices were right, and that if he were to prove his love, he should act as such. The heat of his emotions overwhelmed him to the point at which he could not control rationality.

Hagen, why are you not answering me?

All his life, that had been his one desire. The only thing he wanted was for her to possibly think fondly of him. She was his princess, his beautiful, wonderful, incomparable princess. He would have done anything for her. And then he had destroyed everything.

Hagen?

Sure, he had sworn his loyalty to Hilda, and everything had happened so quickly…yet he still berated himself—how could he forget her? For that, he would punish himself. For that, he would never allow himself to forget her again.

Hagen, please.

It was odd to think it here, in the pits of hell, but he suddenly came to a realization. He loved her. It was as simple as that. And he was now too late. He had taken from himself what he had cared about most.

Hagen, I need you.

He heard, and his eyes looked upward.

I love you.

The fourth day he remembered pale gold and jewel green.

The fifth day his soul returned home. The owner of the voice smiled, and did not call out again.