She sat at her desk, staring out at the empty classroom. Liz was right, but Maka didn't know how to live without Soul, her Weapon, her partner. But she needed to start somewhere. She jumped to her feet, her chair screeching against tiled floor as it was shoved back. She practically ran to the throne room.
He hooked his duffle bag over his shoulder and adjusted his shades. He looked like shit, but he needed to do this now, before he went to see his girl.
Maka stood pacing in front of Kid's chair as he watched her with a smirk. "I don't know how to start, and I will never pair again, but I can help with the training. I can teach kids to resonate the way we could, and I can maybe start doing solo missions again." She stopped and met Kid's gaze. "I can't keep living with his ghost anymore. I'm losing my mi-"
The doors to the throne room slammed open with a kick. Soul stormed in, looking incredibly pissed, and dropped his duffle bag at Kid's feet, side stepping Maka, whose jaw was practically on the floor.
"We're fucking retiring. No more missions. We'll train the newbs, but no fucking more. Not after this shit."
Maka's eyes were round in disbelief as tears streamed down her cheeks. Kid was staring at Soul in amazement. Soul just looked between the both of them, slightly confused.
"Will someone say something?!"
