A/N: Song that set up this chapter: "Crime and Punishment" by Miku Hatsune.
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It happened three months ago.
Soul was hurt again on one of our missions. Except, this time, it was different. Something changed about him.
He lost sight in his left eye. And since it always bleeds, he has to wear bandages over it. It's my job to change the bandages for him.
For some reason, he completely stopped talking. To me. To anyone. The only sign that can tell you he heard you is a grunt.
He's locked his voice away.
For three months, I've been trying to get something out of him. Anything. But nothing works.
He doesn't even look at me anymore.
Just a few weeks ago, I pretty much lost myself. All I want to do now is die. But I can never do it with my own hands. I need Soul to.
Don't ask why. I just do.
"Soul," I say. We're eating dinner.
He grunts, not looking up. But I'm used to it.
I place a pair of kitchen scissors on the table. "Kill me." I say. I push them next to his hand.
Soul makes a gowling sound and smacks them away. I watch them slide next to the wall.
I don't do anything as Soul stands and leaves for his room.
He may have not said anything out loud, but through our very weak resonance I heard him. If he killed me, who would help him with his bandages?
A deep, calm breath escapes my nostrils and I go to pick up the scissors.
As I hold them in my hand, I think. He didn't take them.