𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴
𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯
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•covers the events from the 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗞𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧
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"The what, now?" Marc asked with a raised eyebrow, and with a tone that merely translated to a suspected 'great, now this.'
"The double soul." Steven joined in recognition. "It's given in the Book of the Dead. Shu, the god of dry air and the force of preservation, a-and Tefnut, the goddess of corrosive air, brought about the concept of time were both supposed to possess but one soul between them, but the two halves of it were identified with the soul of Osiris and the soul of Ra, which together formed the great double soul which dwelt in Tattu. Some even call them the Adam and Eve of Egyptian mythology."
"We are siblings?" Nina cringed a great deal, if she had cringed any harder, she would've retched.
"Not necessarily...you don't have to be," Tawaret commented. "But if you do have the double soul then there might be a problem. And without balanced Scales, the Duat will eventually claim your souls."
Marc, who too had his arms around his chest looked suggestively at Steven and Nina, with raised eyebrows and widened eyes, wanting them to consider his plans.
"Do you have any other suggestions?" Steven asked to put Marc's nerves on ease, while Nina just gave the mercenary stink eyes, and a nodding head as a warning if he even thinks of the stupid plan.
"This boat contains all of a life's memories." Tawaret said, and the three instantly looked at the door, "Now I don't know what you two guys have been hiding, but my advice, get in there and show each other the truth. And due to the possible double-soul complexity, you have to show it to her too."
This made Marc snap his head at Nina. His head screamed only one thought, 'not in a million years'
"Balance your Scales before we arrive at the Field of Reeds, or your souls will be destroyed."
"Yeah, all right." Steven walked inside the door with a slightly hunched posture and fumbling hands.
"So how are we supposed to do this?" Marc said in his usual Chicago accent and confident posture.
"Not sure." Nina watched as Steven answered before his voice became a lot more worried, "You think Layla's all right?"
"Yeah, for now." Marc answered genuinely carefully watching the obvious hurt tainting Nina's features after hearing Layla's name, "And knowing her, she'll go on a suicide mission to stop Harrow herself." His throat vibrated with a menacing and sarcastic soft chuckle, as with a set jaw he snarled at the woman next to him, having turned and having set his eyes front, "Who you'd be joining too if you had just left when I asked you to."
Chuckling darkly herself, the woman retorted, "You're acting as if you weren't the one who thought he'd handle all of Harrow's armed men."
"I did what was right." Marc seethed before coming face to face with the woman. "What you did was stupidity. You cut down two men with an axe when the maniac had a gun in his hand."
