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It had been his brother who told him the story many years ago in a very distant life.
Missa had felt spikes of pain appear in his arm one night; it shouldn't have been worrying, but it felt like a pain that reached all the way to his soul. That's why he ran to Spreen to ask him what was wrong.
He was the one who told him that it was most likely his soulmate. “Soulmates are very important, Missa,” Spreen had said with just a little more emotion than usual, showing him his bright green mark accompanied by a red ribbon. “They transcend space and time; they are a person specifically made for you.” An easy smile was replaced by a sad grimace. “But the downside is that that person might be someone you will only meet in one lifetime, Missa... so look for them and enjoy your time with them.”
Spreen dropped after that, seeming lost in his memories.
It happened to many, lost in memories of many lives that have been lived, but it was the first time that he saw his brother so affected by those memories.
He continued asking about it, although it was to his other colleagues.
Shadoune said that he did not have a soulmark and that he did not believe in the possibility of one appearing, as he looked longingly down the path that Spreen had taken.
Rubius told him that he had one, and that he even knew his soulmate. He showed a very peculiar purple mark, accompanied by a beautifully built castle. He had seemed happy until he fell into memories of Spreen and added that their relationship didn't work out.
Finally, he asked Quackity, who, more reluctantly than the others, told him even more.
He was an outlier when it came to soulmates.
His first soulmate, named Wilbur, had died in that life where they had met, and with him the mark, which he described as a yellow, soft, and warm tone, accompanied by the flag of a nation typical of that life, of Quackity, disappeared. As if that had been the only life where they were destined to be together.
His next soulmate, Luzu, had betrayed him. Their relationship was shattered, and his soul mark—red with a pineapple—slowly faded as love turned to hate.
Upon awakening to this new life, Quackity arrived without a soul mark. It was as if every life for him was a restart, as if nothing was stable. As if nothing could stay.
Spreen had looked at him suspiciously when he said that, claiming that having someone different in each life was better than waiting a hundred lives for one person.
Quackity, desperate, claimed that he would rather be with only one person, just one of his lives, than see how in each life those people leave him.
Rubius told them both, being the eldest of them all, that in the many failed lives he had with his soulmate, he had never thought about stopping trying, not even for a minute. But since it was something that hurt both of them, he knew it would be better if it weren't like that.
The fight between the black bear hybrid and the duck hybrid stopped, reaching an agreement to disagree.
Missa stopped asking about soulmates, coming to the conclusion that it didn't matter, since apparently they were nothing more than problems. At least that's what he thought until his arm stopped burning one day, which must have meant that his mark had finished his apparition and could see it to start searching for his soulmate.
He didn't want to look desperate, but he almost ripped off the long blue sleeve of his outfit because he couldn't roll it up to see his mark.
As soon as he managed to see it, he felt amazed. It was a lime green color, accompanied by a black crow. It wasn't at all the kind of thing you'd watch together, but tears began to well up in his eyes the longer he looked at it.
It was beautiful.
For a moment, he didn't understand how Spreen and Rubius could go for a single moment without seeing their own marks; he felt like it might be years of seeing his mark before he felt like it had been enough.
He had run through the night wanting to show it to everyone and wanting to share that happy moment with his little family. He ran without putting his armor back on, overwhelmed by the intense happiness of his mark.
Although a zombie made sure that news was not shared, And the group would never know anything, not unless they saw each other in their next lives.