A few nights after the diner incident, the twins were sprawled out on the couch and watching a movie. Rin stood up abruptly, causing Len to send her a curious look. "Bathroom," she explained and stepped over the blankets that were spilling over to the floor. She turned on the faucet when she went in—a habit he had grown used to hearing—but it didn't mask the sound of retching that quickly followed. Len immediately hurried to the bathroom and opened the unlocked door, although he didn't see a sick-looking Rin like he expected to. Instead, her fingers were partially covered in vomit and she was rubbing the back of her neck, her cheeks flushed and her nose running. She swore and stood up to wash her hands, and she jumped when she saw the confused Len in the doorway. "Um—uh—uhh…"

"…Rin?"

"It's not what it looks like." She washed her hands, flushed the toilet, and held her hands up in defense. "I'm not bulimic. I don't have an eating disorder." Her voice cracked on 'disorder,' and she shook her head. "Really."

"…So what's going on…?" Worry for his sister was consuming Len, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her close, despite his initial awkwardness around her. Rin averted her gaze, her hands fiddling with each other in front of her stomach. "Do I have to tell you?"

"Well, no… You don't have to tell me anything. I just…want to help you."

"I don't need help." A sharp edge came to her words, and Len jumped slightly. "I don't. So don't tell me that I do."

"Okay, okay. Just tell me what's going on. Please…?" She was still hesitant to speak, so Len took her hands and guided her back to the couch. He pulled a blanket around the two and didn't let go of one hand. "…There's something upsetting you. Obviously. But I mean, I can feel it. More than what you're letting on right now." She still didn't speak. He sighed softly and waited for her, and soon enough, a tinny voice came from her throat.

"…I don't want to be here, Len."

"You can go home soon. I promise. That's not something to damage your stomach and esophagus over."

"No. You don't understand. I don't want to be…here. Alive. On this earth. I thought…I thought that if I didn't eat, I would eventually die. I love that rush you get when you don't eat for a few days. So I didn't want to overdose or hang myself or jump off a roof. If I'm gonna go…I might as well enjoy how I go, right?" She looked to him, but he didn't say anything, so she continued talking. "I hate eating. I hate myself. I hate how my stomach feels when I eat. Instead of letting it digest, I just throw it up. At one point, I started getting upset because I was wasting food, so I stopped eating altogether. But Dad caught on to that one. One time," she started giggling quietly between words, "It's not funny, it's ridiculous. We were at Christmas dinner, and my—our—aunt started talking about the sugar content in apples, and how sugar turns to fat. I got really upset, cause it meant I would live longer than I hoped. 'Just shut up!' I yelled. Everyone looked at me. I started crying after I got out an apology and left the room before anyone could say anything. It was…awful. I yelled at my aunt over apples. Stupid, huh? It's not the stupidest part."

"…So what is?"

"The stupidest part? There's no reason for it." Rin laughed dryly. "There's not a damn reason for me to hate myself, or my life, or eating. Nothing happened to me. They say the chemicals in my brain are screwed up, but I say that's a shitty reason for me to yell at my aunt over apples." She stopped, and her quiet demeanor took over again. "…I'm sorry. I just said a lot."

"No! No, Rin, don't be sorry. Thank you for telling me. I… Wow. I'm not sure what to say. Can I hug you?" Before the words were barely out of his mouth, Rin had made his chest her home. She started crying, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. "It's okay…"

"It's not! I don't want to be alive, Len… I put all of that on you, I'm so sorry…" Her hands balled against his shirt, her tears soaking through to his skin. He did his best to calm her down, but it wasn't until their mom got home that she was able to get a hold of herself again.

And that was where recovery road began for Rin.

"Rinny!" Len waved over the heads of the other people in the airport, trying to get Rin's attention. She brightened up when she saw him and weaved through the crowd, latching onto him when she reached him. "How is everything?"

"Good! Well, Aunt Gary is still being a bitch to Dad and me. But Dad's good! And I'm good!" She giggled happily, and Len returned the smile. They started the walk out the airport, and Len could feel the question lingering in the back of his throat. He looked at Rin's wide eyes examining the city for the first time in a year, and finally got up the courage to ask. "…How's Sion?"

'Sion' was their name for Rin's depression. By giving it a name, it separated it from Rin's body, and made her realize that it was a separate being from her. She took one of his hands in hers and smiled a bit. "I've been going to a therapist… I haven't purged in a little over three months. I've been trying to eat. It's…hard. I need help. But I have it, between you, Dad, and Mom. I have the best support system I could ask for. …I've had many relapses, but…"

"That's natural. Nobody expected you not to, Rin."

"…Really?"

"Really." He squeezed her hand to assure her. "You're doing the best you can. You've been working hard, by what Dad's told me. You deserve credit where credit is due."

"…Thank you, Len," Rin smiled. And it was a real smile.