One girl lives in an asylum. The other, an orphanage. They are identical, yet have never met. One boy made of metal, the other of myth, the girls have their hands full, even without Jayha's threat. And what is to happen, the moment they meet? Opposing powers colliding, one making time stop--the other making it complete. Be betwixt to bequeath; 'twas a trick, not a treat. The hands will not stop nor shall they sway--no mere halfie shall stand in their...