The two of them had been separated from the rest of their group, but that was alright. Soul took her hand and held it close, and Maka could see the score of music unfolding in front of her.

"The music of our soul," he told her, and she could faintly hear the strings.

She looked at him, confused. "I don't get it."

He tightened his hand. "Lose yourself, Maka, and don't think about it."

The melody was soft and utterly haunting, and for the first time, the musically challenged Maka understood. "I'll lose myself with you, Soul."