The confessional before you is ornate and well maintained, ebony colored wood embellished with the visage of two angels. A jet black curtain separates the confessional from the rest of the Church, offering a surprising degree of privacy to any eavesdroppers nearby. Unlike the rest of Krakow, the inside is dimly lit by a small light bulb securely attached to the ceiling which emits a faint red light. While the atmosphere isn't exactly cozy, it is private.
A smooth voice calls out to you once you've sat down, familiar enough to identify the speaker despite the partition between you.
"Welcome welcome. I take it something is on your mind?"We're in a museum now, Harry.
sorry for the late on this!
But yes, it is more likely than not that some degree of mental capacity would be preserved. Please understand, if we wanted to simply kill all of you, we could have done that from the start.
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[ Not that anyone cares what he appreciates or not, he's going to say it and nobody can stop him. ]
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[ A beat. ]
I won't say I do not lie, but I do not make a habit of it. There was a time when I did, but I've found that is much more enjoyable to let others do the work for me.
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You would make a good defense attorney.
[ This is NOT a compliment. ]
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Practicing law isn't something I have considered, but perhaps I'll keep it in mind.