I froze, unable to speak, almost unable to breathe. Unwilling to process the cold hard truth. Since Cry couldn't save Mark because he lost all of his powers except for one, that means Mark was going to die. Tears spill down my face as I feel the faint heartbeat of his soul, beat in a strong, rhythmic pattern. A pattern that would falter and stop within a couple of days.

"Dark?" Cry calls. I don't respond. I'm too busy wrapped in my thoughts.

Mark was going to die, and it was all my fault.

"Dark, please, say something!" Cry pleads before he sighs, standing up. "Well, I will let you be... I can see that I have made you mad," and left.

Tears well up in my eyes as those five word repeat over and over again in my head: Mark was going to die. They say that demons cannot cry no matter what happens to them. I call bullshit on that. I am a demon, one that was created from test tubes and supernatural liquid, and here I was, crying my eyes out.

I don't know how long I was crying, nor do I remember crying myself to sleep, but somehow, someway, I did. Someone shakes me out of sleep. My eyes snap open and I let out a snarl.

"Calm down you arse! It's only me," Anti says, rolling his green eyes, clearly annoyed. I just narrow my eyes and rolled over with my back towards him.

"Leave me alone," I whisper. I hear Anti let out a soft sigh.

"Dark, please, you need to eat or drink something. You're making me worried."

"I'm not hungry," I mutter, ignoring my growling stomach. Anti raises an eye brow.

"Your stomach begs to differ." I roll back over and look him dead in the eye.

"If you're here to criticise me for not eating, then leave. I want to be alone." But Anti doesn't leave. Instead, he sits down on the edge of the bed and silently strokes my hair.

"Listen, I know how close you and Mark are considering you are almost the same person, but you need to stop crying over him. He is still alive, isn't he?"

"Yes but-"

"How do you think Mark would react if it was the other way around?"

"Mark would try to find a way to save me if it was the other way around," I said quietly. "He wouldn't care if it killed him, as long as he could get me back."

"So what can you do while Mark has the time he has left before he soul disappears completely," Anti asks in a soft tone while still combing his fingers through my hair.

"I know I should be finding  a way to get Mark back but... I'm nothing Anti. I'm practically useless," Anti sighs.

"Dark, let me tell you something. Some of the best people I know are those who say that they are weak or useless. In reality, that's not true. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses and right now, you're letting one of your weaknesses consume you." He was right. I couldn't just sit here, blame myself and have  a small pity part over something that I could do. Someone that I could save.

"Alright Anti," I said, trying to sit up. "What do you suggest that we can do to save Mark?"