Yet was macabre yes.. but it was beautiful.. for the angels above Sigurd.. they filled with light and bore a strong resemblance to Citan and him. Two wings needed to fly.. for that was the way of the wings, one could not fly with only one. Death came quick to Sigurd.. and indeed Citan was there to meet him... for in their situation death was only temporary.. it was only a state until they could find their next lives.. and be reborn to love only each other.
And that is the end of that life of Citan and Sigurd's. *snickers*
I have finally finished crying. *snurfles*