There were many ways to deal with guilt and regret. For some, they needed to reject it. Sometimes the guilt wasn't fair, wasn't a reflection of what really was. Sometimes people felt it despite not really being at fault, and it needed to be cast off as falsehood.

Sometimes it was real, and sometimes it was supposed to be there. Sometimes the only way to deal with it was to repent, move on, and try to become something better.

The spell apparently felt both ways of dealing with it were valid.

Laira's appearance shifted and changed and she was a Green Lantern once more, with clear eyes and no blood on her lips.

"You had better hold to it, Jordan," she said imperiously, and then her gaze softened. "Let no one else become lost."

There were people he needed to look after now, people he was fighting side by side with. People that needed his help.

"And let the lost become found."

They were out there. Lost ones. Waiting for someone to finally come for them. Waiting to finally come home.

"If you want to do what's right, guide their way with Green Lantern's light."

Laira faded away, and the light over their heads finally blinked out completely, leaving a strange dim twilight around them that didn't seem to come from any light source in particular. The mirrors reformed on the walls like a liquid but this time, Hal and Vance would see nothing strange, only their dusty reflections staring back.

There was the sound of stone sliding against stone and a door finally opened at the end of the long hallway.