Kuro's song ended at last. Tears welled in her eyes, but they looked like ink in the shadowed night.
She turned back, facing the city of her father and half-sister. For the longest time, she stood there and marked towers and traced streets. Her eyes kept filling up and blurring over with dark tears, and she wiped them away.
Kuro smiled through the tears. She turned to the twins, silently asking a single question.
The twins came closer to her. They flanked to her sides and gently held her hands. Their own hands were barely able to fit around one of Kuro's fingers, but they held on.
Kuro jumped when she felt their fingers' touch, yet she squeezed them. With the twins at her side, Kuro turned and walked back to Death City.
Maka sobbed, "I'm horrible, I'm a monster..." before she screamed into her hands again.
Nearby, Spirit lay on his back, breathing erratically. When he tried to sit up, he grimaced and flopped to the floor. "Ah... you're your mother's daughter, all right," he groaned to Maka. "Kami would be proud."
Maka didn't hear him. She didn't hear anything through her own moaning. Something touched her shoulder, and she didn't look up to see what it was.
A hand came into view. It held a small white cloth, stained black in places. Maka stared at it.
The hand shook. "Take it," a voice said.
Maka reached out for the cloth. She grabbed it, wiped her face with it.
Kuro smiled gently. She bent down to Maka, gripped her hand. "Come on, Shiro. Let's go fix Dad up."
Maka smiled back through the tears. "Okay," she whispered.
Kuro looked up at the night sky. "Finally," she said.
The girls in white danced around black Kuro and golden Shiro. Makayuki Allbourne looked up to the moon, her eyes soft in the starlight. "I'm here," she whispered.
The End