"To stop a fight one must mend the soul. Simply deciding to stop fighting does not negate the fight." For the bond to mend the voice required real reconciliation with open communication. Bottling one's thoughts and emotions up did not hide the tear from Magic or Fate.
The white eyes stared at the Phoenix, looking through to his soul in a similar manner to the Ringmaster. Another electric pulse went out, Issac gasped in air as a stab of pain went through him. His mind swirled with the magic of the ritual and words of whatever it was that decided to use the ritual to give answers.
Issac's hands curled into fists, his nails digging into his palms.