After storming Ozzie's fort (side quest), Magus discovers some old 'friends.' (I keep meaning to go back and find the exact quotes, but I can't find my copy of the game! Anyone who knows them will win my deep, fangirly gratitude, and I don't know what else...)
'Traitor,' they had called him. 'How could you side with the humans?' they had demanded.
They had been fools to assume that he had ever followed their cause. Ridiculous. Magus exchanged loyalties with no one. Who he fought alongside didn't matter, as long as his opponent remained the same. Lavos.
Still, as he looked down at the two bodies sprawled on the floor, Magus felt a twinge of an almost unknown feeling. Guilt. Ozzie he could squash his pity for, he was nothing if not a survivor, and a dangerous creature to pity, besides. The other two, however, Magus had trouble dismissing so easily.
After a moment of consideration, Magus first lifted Slash over one shoulder, then Flea over the other. Ozzie would be left behind, in the hole he had fallen into, trapped in his own shield. Magus would not take the time to unearth him. He had only two arms and limited pity.
No one questioned him. They offered him privacy by pretending not to see as he carried their two injured enemies outside.
He lay first one, than the other in the grass a safe distance from the fort. They intended to bring the fort down, but Magus would not have these two parish inside when they did.
Flea's body was so still that Magus had to stop and check that he was still breathing. He must be as childish as Magus had remembered, still blindly following a revolution that was doomed to fail even without their intervention.
Still, Magus had to admit that his shape-shifting abilities had been very useful. He had even posed as Magus once or twice, though he had not been trusted with truly important tasks. Flea's help had simply given Magus more time to stitch together his plans for Lavos without rousing suspicions about his true plan to destroy Lavos, not set him to destroy the world. No one had ever come close to discovering their trick.
Slash was already stirring, trying to regain consciousness. Magus had no worries about his chances of recovering. He had even come close to admiring Slash's natural recovery abilities at times.
There was an odd mark on his neck, though. Upon closer inspection Magus realized it was a burn. It looked like the mark of one of Flea's favorite fire attacks, and it had apparently been left untreated. The two of them had always managed to tolerate one another, but it looked as if they had finally come to blows.
It didn't really matter. This was the last Magus expected to see of either of them. They were as safe as he could make them, and that was more than they should have expected of him at all.
As he headed back to the Epoch, Magus didn't spare the time to look back. Crono was waiting for him, but only a nod passed between them. Magus was secretly glad that they had revived him. If nothing else, the red-haired boy had never pestered him with conversation.
Magus climbed into the Epoch beside Crono in silence, ready to leave this time behind him. He didn't care if he ever returned. The days when he had commanded his army of Mystics, perhaps the last great army, were long behind him. Magus had paid his last respects, and buried his last regrets.