Nightfall.
Mary sits on the edge of her bed, her bedroom door closed. An illusion of Silas stands against her wall.
MARY: You look just like him. Can I…
Mary reaches out to the illusion, though she stops herself as he smirks.
ILLUSION: Good choice.
The illusion leans off the wall.
ILLUSION: You would have frozen your entire body from touching me.
The illusion pauses for a moment, seeing Mary's startled expression.
ILLUSION: Your love interest has arrived in the town. When will your half of the ritual be done?
Mary looks slightly ashamed, slightly turning her head away.
MARY: The blood oath…I'll do it tomorrow.
The illusion of Silas studies Mary's tone and facial expression, with his eyes. She sounds slightly saddened.
ILLUSION: A love that is unmeasured by time, you desire, right?
The illusion takes a few steps towards Mary's bed, but directs himself towards her bedroom door instead.
ILLUSION: A love that lasts forever, right? A love that no one can interrupt, is what you want, right?
Mary doesn't answer, though the desperate look in her face, says it all.
ILLUSION: I mean, you've waited for this for an entire year, right? All the promises in your messages, what if we could prevent any of them from being broken.
Mary is stays tuned in to the illusion.
ILLUSION: I took on this image for a reason, this is what you want, right?
Mary nods her head.
MARY: More than anything. He is my soulmate.
Mary begins to sniffle, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. The illusion of Silas leans in towards her, without getting close to her.
ILLUSION: Distance hurts. But a loss…hurts more. Seal the deal, my dear. That oath, can fate you two, forever.
Mary nods again, looking into the eyes of the illusion.
MARY: It'll be done tomorrow, when I see him.