["Good, soldier," the voice of her instructor echoes in her thoughts. Maka would be ragged as Kaneki is now, blood everywhere and tired as hell. "Now get up, a Meister doesn't die on their knees if they're going to."
So, as the memory commands, Maka lurches upright and staggers to her feet. She's not entirely sure what's holding her up, by all accounts she would be dead but Maka decided she wouldn't. That's final.
Eventually she stumbles to her friend and falls next to him, arms up and wrapped around his shoulders in a hug.]
It's okay. [Her voice is strained and really, it's probably not a good idea to be so close...instincts as a friend overcome instinct to live.] Ken, it's okay...it's over, we're all right.
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So, as the memory commands, Maka lurches upright and staggers to her feet. She's not entirely sure what's holding her up, by all accounts she would be dead but Maka decided she wouldn't. That's final.
Eventually she stumbles to her friend and falls next to him, arms up and wrapped around his shoulders in a hug.]
It's okay. [Her voice is strained and really, it's probably not a good idea to be so close...instincts as a friend overcome instinct to live.] Ken, it's okay...it's over, we're all right.