True, maybe if it hadn't happened, that night in the basement would've morphed into day and then each pair would've gone home in blushed silence and perhaps explored the new doors opened from the trailing fingers and close embraces.

But since it had, Maka, Soul, Tsubaki, Black Star, Kid, Liz, and Patty, went to sleep each night now knowing the immense devotion and love shared among the group, among each other.

Knowing Black Star would pour every ounce of his soul into finding the weapons, while his blood dripped to the ground of searing desert and icy tundra.

Knowing Kid would be the backbone of their sanity, standing strong amongst the swarming chaos despite his own fight inside his head.

Knowing Maka would force her abilities to their breaking point in order to locate her friends because she knew it would be faster than waiting for the search teams.

Knowing Soul would walk forever through numbing snow without shoes or a shirt, holding up his fellow weapon while his veins froze, as long as he could make sure the meisters were safe.

Knowing that Tsubaki would give up her hands and willingly subject herself to horrible pain if only to save her friends from death by exhaustion of the soul.

That Liz and Patty would risk their lives in a suicide mission if it meant saving the others.

And that Patty would go one step further than that risk, choosing her own death without a second thought, even if it meant never seeing Kid and the others again, but ensuring that Soul and Tsubaki and her big sister would get to see their loved ones.

True, because of Lady Darcy the meisters and weapons at one point thought the end of all hope. But the rainbow after the storm couldn't have been more beautiful.

"Without you, I am lost. But once found, I'll never be missing again."