Suzaku had only one thing in mind; find Euphemia. What the hell was she doing, anyway? Surely there had been some kind of mistake. His sweet, kind princess would never murder innocent people. This must be a misunderstanding of some sort.
When he finally found her, he was horrified by how she looked.
Her usually so beautiful face was hollow and pale. There was just... nothing there. Her long hair was tangled with dried blood, and her gown was torn and stained. She was holding the gun tightly enough for her knuckles to turn white.
A broken angel.
Suzaku stepped out of his Knightmare and approached her carefully. Her eyes widened in horror and seemed to flash red for a second. She shrunk into something very small and very fragile, screaming like a banshee.
"No! No, please, not him, I can't, not him..."
"Euphy?"
"SHUT UP!"
He stopped dead and stared at her in disbelief. What was wrong with her?
"Euphemia, please, listen to me..."
"No, no, you don't underst-"
She turned quiet very suddenly, her entire body frozen. Then she slowly, slowly lifted her gun, pointing it at Suzaku. He felt his heartbeat quicken.
"This is insane, Euphy!"
She smiled – a very empty, unsettling smile.
"You are Japanese. You must be eliminated."
"Stop this!"
"You must be eliminated."
As she got ready to pull the trigger, something in the back of his mind took over and he was overcome with a single impulse.
Live.
He didn't know where it came from, but suddenly he was rushing toward her and he was too quick for her, of course he was, so she was knocked to the ground before she could shoot. She clawed desperately at his chest, but he ignored her attempts at freeing herself.
Then he grabbed the pistol and shot his love in the head.
When Suzaku could think again, soldiers were taking him away, probably to be locked up in a cell for all eternity. He looked at the angel's blood on his hands and thought to himself, I deserve it.