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Before Synchro, he’d never put much stock in Soulmates. They happened to other people. But here he was: cheap paintbrush hair and clothes like the Ship of Theseus. And his dragon, all blades and points and deep-seated rage that stained the air. Shingo could practically taste it.Big Star hung behind him on invisible strings. Waiting for the curtains to open. The m- His soulmate was still in shock. Frankly, he was too. Having part of your innermost being torn out and thrown into reality by some indifferent god would do that to you.Shingo braced himself. Ready or not.
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Crow had seen this play out before. Everyone knew why the King’s dragon had a mangled arm. But only a few understood how that affected the man.He brushed the hair from his soulmate’s eyes. Not that there was too much point. They were already struggling to focus. Still, it felt like the thing to do. To be here, till the end.A hand gripped his arm with surprising strength. Blood flecked lips mouthing words. Crow fancied he was saying ‘It’s not your fault’. And it wasn’t. This was just how things were. But he’d never believe it, not really.