Yami charged up his attack again. Waka looked from him to Amaterasu, So, this is it, then. My second confrontation will be my last.
How could survive this? It would be a one-way trip, all-expenses-paid.
He blinked, slowly. He wanted to remember this. How it felt to be reunited with her one last time. How it felt to die in combat.
He wished he could help her more.
He wished he could restore her power.
But what he wished for couldn't come to pass. He was destined to die by Yami's hand.
"Amaterasu... You must return to the Celestial Plain."
He looked up at the Ruler of Darkness. He set his jaw, determined to go out bravely. He raised his sword for the final time.
"Only then... can you restore peace to this land... once again."
He stared at the mechanized monster, holding his gaze. There was no fear in his eyes. Only regret.
He stood up straighter, his golden hair flowing out behind him.
How I wish she would remember. I wish I could play for her one last time.
His vision clouded. He was doing it again.
Leaving her.
Deserting her.
Running like a coward, leaving it all up to her.
She won't be able to forgive him this time. This time, she's defenseless. Without her Brush Techniques and Divine Instruments, she is no more powerful than an ordinary white wolf.
I am sorry. So sorry...
He throws his shoulders back, prepared for the end.
"Amaterasu, s'il vous plaît pardonnez-moi. S'il vous plaît ... Ne laissez pas ma mort en vain. Vous devez sauver le monde. Vous avez encore le pouvoir. Je crois en toi. Adieu ..."
He whispered so softly, no one could hear him. Not that she would remember the language of the Moon Tribe, "Je t'aime ..."
Yami's beam of light fired, and Waka flew off of the platform; into the mist, and into oblivion.