Tomura: “What? But how?”

Tomura has a bewildered look on his face as he squeezes your forearm once more, thinking that a little bit more force is necessary here for you to disintegrate. Clearly, that was not the case.

Tomura: “Why aren’t you disintegrating?! Don’t tell me it’s because of that.”

Tomura’s voice is a snarl as his red eyes hone in on that symbol that refuses to budge on that same forearm of yours. It glows ethereally, like a soft lamp at midnight. There is an identical one on his own forearm…pulsating in sync with yours.

Tomura doesn’t seem to understand that you can’t just disintegrate your soulmate.