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Soul sat there on his bedroom floor, leaning against the door as he sobbed with his head in his hands. His trident was left discarded by him on the floor.
He could still hear the yells from the other room, ringing in his ears painfully. Oh, how he wished it would just shut up. He wished they could be Whole once more. He wished his efforts would finally be worth it.
Soul tried to convince himself it would be worth it, though, it felt like a lie.
He had told himself the same thing what felt like thousands of times.