interpersonal relationships: 3/?
Marissa & Isabelle
Ryan stared at the group of people, Isabelle’s rapid breathing heard in between the small bouts of silence. “There’s an old thing that I read about. It’s called scissione inquiunt meam. It’s latin for ‘soul splitting’.”
“I’ve heard about that.” Freya mentioned.
“Okay, well do it.” Anna snapped, stress showing evident on her face.
“It’s not something we can... just do.” Ryan said, glancing at Freya. “The soul splitting part of it wouldn’t be Isabelle’s soul. It would have to be someone else’s. We have to go through a entire procedure, which would rip the other person’s soul in half and give the other half into Isabelle’s to give her life. It would essentially be like the order/chaos thing, but with a third party. It would be extremely dangerous and there’s no way to even guarantee it’ll work... There’s a possibility that it could kill both parties involved.”
Everyone hesitated. Not because they didn’t care about Isabelle. Anna would’ve done it for Tom, Tom for Anna, John for Marissa... But all of them were also aware of how much it would have hurt their other half for the possibility of death. They all felt guilty for not jumping the gun in order to help Isabelle, but they also were terrified to risk their life in the ritual.
“I’ll do it.”
Everyone glanced up to see Marissa, standing confident and unwavering. She never seemed so sure of something in her life.
“Marissa...” Ryan said hesitantly, “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” She told him, nodding quickly. “I’ll do anything.”
The Thirteen
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