She turns the crystal over in her hands, watching the hologram shift with her motion. Lifts her gaze to the other woman, studying her face again, and finally braves speech.

"What is it?"

"Your heart."

A quizzical expression on her face, she looks back down, stills her hands. Watches as the pattern continues to shift, to move softly through the crystalline substance, changing color and form.

"My heart?"

"You remember in history class, when you learned about the ancient Egyptian belief that your heart is weighed against a feather when you die?"

She nods slowly, beginning to understand. "This.. is what I will be judged upon."

The woman smiles. "Exactly."

She frowns, watching the colors darken and muddy within the confines of the stone.

When she looks back up again, the woman is gone.
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