Private Conversations

[dominioned]

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.

Comments

told you he'd fuckin do it

[youspinmeknightround]

[As the defending knight, it doesn't take long for this motive to get under his skin - enough for him to hobble all the way to the confessional and even get inside. He's angry. He's tired. He can't believe he already has to see Lelouch again (all crumpled up, but of course he's still carrying it with him. To remind him of vengeance. shut up) ... they're probably just taunting him, but he must at least explore this reasoning.]

Just one thing. Have you already captured my hostage?

good

[dominioned]

I do believe you owe me an answer first. Was being dragged to the reception more enjoyable than walking? [ All things in proper order. ]

[youspinmeknightround]

Unfortunately, I can't answer that. I blacked out after the fight - maybe you know why.

[it's the icing on the cake that brought him here, incidentally.]

If you have Lelouch... I want you to let me kill him. That ought to suffice for your terms.

[dominioned]

Ah, truly a pity.

[ A beat. ]

...incidentally, it would not.

[youspinmeknightround]

[Suzaku keeps a completely straight face.]

What qualifications does he not meet?

[dominioned]

He would not be ready yet.

[youspinmeknightround]

Is that a fact? Last I checked he's completely mortal.

[dominioned]

What does mortality have to do with this?

[youspinmeknightround]

I could easily say I'm not ready to die, but it wouldn't stop someone from killing me - that's what.

So I ask, what does readiness have to do with it?

[dominioned]

[ He chuckles. ]

Why, if death waited for everyone to be ready to receive her, this world would be more crowded than already is. [ A beat. ] Was?

[ Again he laughs. ]

The fact that you have survived makes you special. Until Lelouch proves himself of the same merit, he would not meet our qualifications.