There is a boy Maka flinging his arms around Crona and holding tight and Crona goes stiff, shoulders rising and arms pulled close against the torso. The meister's shaking, breath coming quick and shallow. Panic. Panic because this is not Maka. This is not Maka.
A few terrifying seconds before Crona shoves Maka away, eyes wide in terror.]
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That is a boy Maka.
There is a boy Maka flinging his arms around Crona and holding tight and Crona goes stiff, shoulders rising and arms pulled close against the torso. The meister's shaking, breath coming quick and shallow. Panic. Panic because this is not Maka. This is not Maka.
A few terrifying seconds before Crona shoves Maka away, eyes wide in terror.]
No! You're not Maka! You're not!