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.
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No, no, the second answer was on the house. For my final question though: who would you target? If you were killing someone today.
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[That isn't really a question Iago needs to think too much about, but he considers it for a moment anyway.]
As you're undoubtedly already aware, my physical strength is rather lacking, so my choice in targets is severely limited. I don't stand much of a chance of overpowering anyone, should it turn to a fight. So with that said... Shin or Yuzuru would be my preferred choices, although I don't know nearly enough about either of them to be certain any plans I'd make would work as effectively as I'd hope.
[They aren't the only options, but they're the ones he's willing to give.]
It sounds as though you already know I won't be killing anyone tonight, however.
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[ A light hum at the answer. ]
It's not as though I have prophetic vision or any of the sort, but I trust you not to make an impulsive decision given our talks thus far. There are more fighters left than not, I believe. And even those who aren't possess other feats. [ Like Mikami's bench pressing. ]
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And you are right about that. Honestly, it seems as though everyone left has some sort of hidden skill that would make them a threat...
[everyone!! except!!!! him!!!!!!! because he doesn't have his magic!!!!!!!!! the day everyone else realizes that, he is so dead.]
I appreciate the conversation, as always. Thank you for your answers. Goodnight, Rembrandt.