Alternative Ending:
(If you get A Support between Eliwood and Ninian)
"Nils! You... Are you..." Nils nodded before his sister had a chance to finish. His heart was torn in two, for he did not wish to leave this world... but he knew that this was the way that it had to be. He could leave Ninian, because Eliwood was there to take care of her.
"Mm, I'm going alone," he nodded, forcing a small, sad smile. "I don't have your curiosity." His sister whispered his names as he walked towards the gate. He turned to face his friends, not bothering to hide his bittersweet expression. He was happy, knowing his sister would be happy, and that this world and all his new friends were safe... but he was sad that he would have to leave behind everything and everyone from this world that was dear to him... "Ok then, I'm going."
Lyn watched the happenings from beside Mark and Hector. Her heart fell into the depths of her stomach when she realized that he was going to leave... leave her... Tears welled in her eyes, but she closed them and looked away to hide them. No, he must not see her tears; she understood that he needed to lock the gate from the other side. It was his duty. She clutched her fists tightly, looking up at the boy... no, the young man... as he conversed with his sister, and Eliwood.
As her gaze lingered upon them, she felt a longing. Eliwood was with the one he loved most, his dearest Ninian... why, then, should she have to watch as the man she loved most left this world, without even knowing how much she needed him?
Nils gave his sister a gentle kiss on the forehead and a hug, wishing her the best. He was tempted to turn to Lady Lyndis... his sworn liege, and the woman he loved... and do the same, but he knew that if he did, he would never leave this world. Even now, he could hardly bear the thought of leaving her. He would never be able to make sure that she was happy. He would have asked Eliwood to take care of her, but he had Ninian.
Guilt ate at him like termites ate wood; a sorrow like a bitter summers' wind, but he put on as best as mask he could. He knew it failed, for his smile was so small, he could not feel that it was there. His eyes were filled with such grief and a sense of loss that they refused to sparkle with life. It felt like his very soul had left him, and his own heart was in his throat, trying to choke him. Still, he had a duty to fulfill. He bid farewell to his new friends, most of them individually, but he did not dare look or even mention Lyn's name.
As soon as he turned to enter the Dragon's Gate, he heard a cry that caused his breath to catch in his throat, and his tears burst forth from his eyes, even though he did so much to hide them away. "Nils, please, don't go!" He turned to her, knowing that now, he would never be able to return to the other world. He caught the woman he loved in his open arms, and held her close to his heart.
The first time they met, almost two years before, he was at least 6 inches shorter than her... but now, he was about the same height, but still a bit shorter. He gripped her tightly in his embrace, never wanting to let her go. He heard her whisper his name, so he bowed his head so that he could hear what she had to say.
"I... I want us to be together... forever," she stuttered, burying her face into his shoulder. "Please, stay with me..." She lifted her face and peered into his gentle, crimson eyes, begging him to remain with her. She felt him grip her shoulders gently, as he attempted a smile, but his muscles refused. She continued to stare at him, using her thumbs to wipe away his tears. "Nils... I love you."
Nils shut his eyes, pulling her closer to him in another embrace. "...I love you, too, Lyn..."
And so, with the help of Ninian and the magic users of the group, they managed to shut the Dragon's Gate from the side of the human world. Eliwood and Ninian returned to Phrase hand in hand...
Lyn and Nils went immediately to the plains of Sacae after Lyn abdicated the rule of Caelin to Ostia. They had three children and lived many years together in peace and happiness.
