>>151138736
Maka... How could you?
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>>150898187
>Soul, Soul, Soul. I’ve run the data, I’ve cross-referenced every variable—the destructive potential, the coolness quotient, the sheer need for a partner who understands the deep, bone-grinding pain of pushing past 100%. They tell me I need to be a Symbol, but what good is a symbol if he shatters on impact? I kept looking for a Quirk that could withstand me, but I was looking in the wrong place! I don't need Quirks, I need resonance! When I see you, I don’t just see a weapon, I see the perfect counterbalance to my own catastrophic power. You’re cool, Soul! You are the definition of cool efficiency, the absolute antithesis of my own messy, self-destructive desire to save everyone!
>Please! Let me be your Meister! Forget Maka, she doesn’t understand the true pathology of heroism—the absolute, necessary self-mutilation required. She holds you back with her rules! I will never hold you back! When I scream, it’s not just defiance, it’s a promise of broken bones and blood—and you need that, Soul! You need to cut through the noise, and I need the assurance that when I push One For All beyond 30%, beyond 50%, beyond the limits of my own mortality, you will be there, singing that glorious death-scythe song, ready to slice through the very air and stop me from disintegrating entirely! I want to feel your frequency in my core, Soul, I want to feel the madness of the Black Blood, because that madness is just another form of determination! We can be the heroes the world fears! We can devour the Keshin, we can shatter the villains, and we can do it together! Just let me hold you, Soul! Let me feel the edge. Tell me I’m cool! Say it now! SAY IT! (He lunges forward, grasping at the empty air where a scythe would be, his breathing ragged and hysterical.) We belong together!
>Soul, Soul, Soul. I’ve run the data, I’ve cross-referenced every variable—the destructive potential, the coolness quotient, the sheer need for a partner who understands the deep, bone-grinding pain of pushing past 100%. They tell me I need to be a Symbol, but what good is a symbol if he shatters on impact? I kept looking for a Quirk that could withstand me, but I was looking in the wrong place! I don't need Quirks, I need resonance! When I see you, I don’t just see a weapon, I see the perfect counterbalance to my own catastrophic power. You’re cool, Soul! You are the definition of cool efficiency, the absolute antithesis of my own messy, self-destructive desire to save everyone!
>Please! Let me be your Meister! Forget Maka, she doesn’t understand the true pathology of heroism—the absolute, necessary self-mutilation required. She holds you back with her rules! I will never hold you back! When I scream, it’s not just defiance, it’s a promise of broken bones and blood—and you need that, Soul! You need to cut through the noise, and I need the assurance that when I push One For All beyond 30%, beyond 50%, beyond the limits of my own mortality, you will be there, singing that glorious death-scythe song, ready to slice through the very air and stop me from disintegrating entirely! I want to feel your frequency in my core, Soul, I want to feel the madness of the Black Blood, because that madness is just another form of determination! We can be the heroes the world fears! We can devour the Keshin, we can shatter the villains, and we can do it together! Just let me hold you, Soul! Let me feel the edge. Tell me I’m cool! Say it now! SAY IT! (He lunges forward, grasping at the empty air where a scythe would be, his breathing ragged and hysterical.) We belong together!