Ais stood with bated breath at the edge of the crimson pool. Ready to reach in and help the minute movement disturbed the surface. He couldn’t believe it, after so long of deliberating he hadn’t really expected someone so full of life to go into the sea spring to be rid of those cursed hands.

His chest was tight, he’d never felt so nervous waiting for someone to come out, this was unlike him. But he cared, and those who went in, came out without any memory, any idea who they were. He’d have to help start over, and start over with himself.

“Come on little sparrow…”