In a weakly lit cobblestone alley a girl leans on the wall, hoping for the forgiveness that can make her human again. The figure of the syndicate's most feared assassin stands on the rooftop against the pale rose color of dawn. Both have survived the journey of attaining great power, and both have created great destruction. The blind cannot lead the blind. Ponkey sits in her dorm room and observes, while chewing her pencil, since both her math homework and the end of the world are due tomorrow, as they always are. In dark places, forgiveness springs like transparent glacial water.