"hello papa.." Maka said lowly as she gracefully walked closer to him, with each step her heels clinked against the tile floor making Spirit more and more nervous. He hardly even noticed the young man behind her watching his daughter ever so cautiously. Spirit backed away until his back was against the wall, he couldn't run away anymore. She stopped a few feet in front of him with a blank and unforgiving expression "tell me what her last words were, and if you say you don't remember I'll kill you right now." she said coldly which surprised even Soul. Spirit stuttered and looked around nervously "she.. She said... Oh what did she say! I can remember just give me a minute, you know my memory is terrible dear-" he stopped his sentence when she pulled a small dagger from inside her sleeve and held it to his neck "you don't even remember her dying words? Do you remember what you told me the morning after you killed her? You told me she left... And that she wasn't coming back. I assume you told everyone that about me as well didn't you?" she scoffed and pressed the knife into his neck more, she froze when she heard Soul's smooth voice "it isn't suitable for a lady to do it, you'll ruin your beautiful dress that you've been saving so long." Maka shook her head "It won't be revenge unless I do it myself." he nodded and watched her from behind as she readied the knife above her fathers heart. Soul, Maka, and Spirit all froze and looked back at the woman whom they had all forgotten about, when she said three words... "Soul Protect, Release"