As soon as Rin began to sing again, she felt the heaviness in her limbs again. But she forced herself to continue singing despite the pain. She raised her arms again, eyes welling up from the strain. With every note that escaped her lips, she became a little more rigid. She refused to look away from the water, putting her heart's wish into her song. For all the nasty things she had done, this was her punishment.

The chains at Len's wrists and ankles seemed to have gained ten pounds; he could barely lift his practically transparent arms to shift his position. No more specters had come to visit him and accuse him of atrocities. The tiny melody he had caught only a snatch of no longer came either and Len was left in utter silence. The light above his head was fading away and he knew it was only a matter of time before he was dissolved into the abyss.

His last moments of life kept playing in his mind. The march to the gallows and his sister's teary face in the crowd before the trap door was pulled. He couldn't escape the expression on Miku's face when he killed her with one strike, nor the hate from her fiancé. Len was drowning in a pool of sin.

In the still silence of Len's prison came a crystal note to break it. It reverberated across the darkness, lifting a little of the heaviness. Len's head rose from his knees to look around feebly. The note was followed by several more, creating a melody that echoed around him. It was the one he had heard before, but now he could make out the words.

"You sins are not tolerated, but we forgive you anyway. You've done many wrongs but redemption is now yours. Lazuli, lazuli, the song of the sky. Lazuli, lazuli, now you are free."

The three apparitions of Miku, Kaito and Meiko reappeared, but their faces beheld forgiveness. Each of their hands was outstretched to Len, beckoning him to join them. A new figure had joined the others. She stood in front of the other three, her face obscured by blonde bangs. Her hand too was reaching out to him.

Len lifted his hand to take hers, the chains dissolving into tiny crystals of light. He was so close to her hand, a hand he knew well when all four of the ghosts vanished like his chains had. Len looked around, searching for where they had gone. His attention was drawn back to the water above his head. The pool seemed to have grown closer and a brighter light beamed down into the darkness.

"Len, what are you doing?" said a voice.

I don't know…who are you?

The voice didn't seem to pay him any heed. "Open your eyes, Len and find what you've lost."

The darkness enveloping Len began to peel away, dissolving like his chains had. Soon, the black was gone and replaced by a blinding white light. Unlike the darkness from before, this light was warm and full of love. Len looked down at his hands. They were glowing in the light. He returned his gaze to the water above and reached for it. As he stretched upward, his body began to disappear, turning into minute fragments of light. He closed his eyes, giving into the warmth.

Rin…thank you.

Red warning lights were flashing across all the computer screens. People at their keyboards were frantically trying to overwrite the error. Stats and information blinked and vanished.

"What's going on?" asked one man. "What happened?"

"Sir, the system's gone out of control! The information we uploaded was too much for their hardware to handle!"

"That's preposterous! We checked that data before we even started! What's the status of the units?"

"Units 02 and 03 are currently using the system." Someone brought up a window of stats. "No internal damage to the units, but their memory has been corrupted. Shall I overwrite the error and repair the damage?"

The man in charge went over to the computer. He looked over the data. "No. Just erase it. That data seems to have been corrupt to begin with. We'll start anew."

He straightened up and looked over to two chairs. They looked like dental chairs, except these had something like a CAT scanner dome covering the upper portion of the chair. About a dozen or so cords were pouring out of the bottom of the dome. Each one ran to a port in the main computer's initial modem tower. A few of the cords were plugged into the arms of two figures sitting in the chairs. Their faces were obscured by the dome over their head.

"Initialize reboot and system recovery. Make sure their entire database is restored to default settings. We can recover the lost data later."

"Yes, sir.

Tiny lights blinked on the sides of the domes and on the arms of the chairs. The angry red lights were gone, replaced with the tapping of keys and the soft hum of computer fans. After a few minutes, the lights on the domes all turned green. The domes gave a small hiss and opened, revealing the faces of the two units inside. One was a boy and the other a girl. They both had blonde hair and the resemblance between them was striking. Their eyes were closed and seemed to be asleep. The other ends of the cords were plugged into the two units' heads.

"Computer, voice command: sleep mode off. All systems online."

A female voice spoke from the computer's main screen. The word "online" appeared on it. "Affirmative. Systems online."

The two units in the chairs slowly opened their eyes. They wore blank expressions and their eyes were just as empty. They sat up, the cords sticking out like grotesque appendages.

"Good morning," said the man in charge.

"Good morning," they replied together.

"Do you know who I am?"

"You are our master," they said, monotonely.

"Good. And do you know who you are?"

The twins looked at each other. "We are..."

Once upon a time in another place was an evil kingdom that no one dared to face

And ruling over it was a girl so mean, just a tiny yellow princess of age fourteen

For all the things that she had done, at three o clock she was to be hung

But her brother servant saved her life, taking her place and the knife

So filled with regret of what she'd wrought, the princess wanted no more of her lot

So to the sea she made a wish, one that seemed even more selfish

That she and her brother might be reborn

A granted wish, but at a price

To make up for the deeds they'd created

Reborn they were but with no memory

Of who they were or what they'd done

Such a sad tragedy to befall two pitiful twins

Whose destiny was ripped in two