This is the final page of the comic by  GardeaAlgedo

The lady in the comic is Ithilwen who belongs to  lunarmagic

Here is a comment by  lucario10135 that fits the idea for the ending very well:
It's like seeing years of torment and rejection suddenly flow out of him as she wrapped her arms around him. Like the only thing he had ever wanted was to be loved or even just accepted. He was a time bomb and her words defused him. He could feel his life turn around as she brought him into her warm embrace. He feels like he doesn't have to hurt people anymore; that there actually is still love in the world but nobody had ever shown him any before that moment in the forest with a stranger that he had just told he was going to kill. It's like his thoughts shifted and his way of thinking changed in that instant from the need to kill those who will reject him to thoughts of those who will accept or love him instead. To not judge others on how he's been treated, but instead to view people as they are - mislead, scared, and flawed not at their own fault but at the fault of misconception and ignorance. As if this newfound way of thought has enlightened him -awakened him to the fact that if he can educate even a few and give them a chance, he won't feel so alone in the world anymore.


Here is the context and description of the tale written by the  GardeaAlgedo (this would be the internal monologue for Mag, sitting contemplating his condition):

In the world where magic is the greatest sin, tragic fates expended on the field of Life.

" I always though that magic is some kind of diseases of our society. People became insane, our ground was cursed and everything around went weird near by sorcerers.
Heavy influence of our Emissir sometimes made me doubt about purpose of our hole mission but words of my oath were burned in my cheats as a sign of my loyalty to Throne.
Friendship, love, rest - I lost all of it since I suddenly bumped up. More responsibility - less time to sleep.
And from the one side I was even happy to know that I'm cured too. But I love life to much to give up even to my comrades. Even to my Emissir. I m just a deserter - you said.
But I don't think so. I'm just a man who wants to live and follow the duty of The Uncouple One. I should've been killed myself already for being one of THEM. But I cant. I just cant. I hate myself but than more I hate THEM! What an irony, huh? The predator became a victim...
I must find a way to cure it. I swear I will find it!"

V/R,
Cap Mag.