Tsubasa Reservoir | Chronicle

Fei-Wang shrieked. This was not the despair he had anticipated. The clone was not weeping. He was smiling.

A whisper slithered through the void. Fei-Wang Reed.

Syaoran stared at the sleeping form of Sakura, which floated nearby, still incomplete, still waiting. If he refused, the real Syaoran would remain trapped forever, and the timeline would collapse. If he agreed, he would vanish. Sakura would wake to a stranger wearing his face. Fai and Kurogane would forget him. Mokona would chirp for a master who never was. Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle

Sakura stirred beside him. Her eyes opened—clear, violet, full of recognition.

“I accept the price.”

He wanted to say yes . But the word caught. Because he was Syaoran—the real one, the one who had been stolen away as a child. But the one who had loved her across a thousand worlds, who had bled and wept and hoped… was gone.

“You fool,” Fei-Wang hissed. “You’re giving up everything for a life you never truly had!” Fei-Wang shrieked

It pulsed with a cold, silver light, unlike the warm, golden glow of Sakura's stars. Inside it, he saw a scene he had never lived: a young boy with fierce, determined eyes—the real Syaoran—whispering a spell to a witch in a shop full of clocks. The witch was Yuuko. The price was everything.