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He found himself tossing and turning through most of his nights after the incident with Chrona and the Black Blood. Soul rested a hand against his chest as if it could relieve the pain he felt deep within himself and maybe it could lull him to sleep if he closed his eyes and thought about what he did with Maka that day. He told himself, whenever he stressed over the scar and the foreign blood running through his system, that if weren't for his sacrifice, Maka would be dead.
Maka was in the other room, sound asleep, probably dreaming about books with wings, and it was all because he protected her.
Normally, thinking about that helped ease the nonexistent pain, but this particular night, he'd gotten up to chug down the rest of the milk they had in the fridge. He tossed the empty carton into the garbage beneath their sink and leaned against the counter, still feeling that deep burning sensation in the very pit of his core. The demon danced offbeat to the pounding of his he