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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In many ways, yes. In other ways, some manners she handles on her own.
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"All of this" really isn't terribly much at all. My last employed lasted several years, and this has been mere months. [ But yeah he's not answering. ]
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[ Granted, that's a pretty low bar.
It's almost hard to imagine going through jobs like that, though, or what it would be like to be free from one when it was done, instead of just being dead. The closest he's ever had to that is... well, this. ]
Out of curiosity, do you have anything else lined up for when this job is over?
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I might have something to discuss with you on that subject later, then.
sorry i missed this!
np!
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[ No more than he'd already heard, and it still doesn't help him know for sure what his options are, but it's something. ]
If you're interested in souls, all the ones from the fractured dimensions are just going to waste anyway when we erase them from existence, so. Putting that out there.
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