"I dunno," Soul says. He really doesn't know what's goin' on in his head right now, and he hates that, when he can't catch what his own thoughts are twisting around.

"I guess I'm askin', do you recognize the song that's on now?"

The Meditation of Souls, the song he'd played through his piano and Arachne's spider-webs, the song Maka had transmitted to the world, their entwined abilities playing the insanity out of the world.