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.

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[dominioned]

Oh? What do you mean? [ His gaze is on the portrait rather than Rean. ]

[reanbeans]

Well...I had figured there was a low chance of you knowing what this meant or that you hadn't seen it, considering the way things had panned out.

Though it's kind of strange, since you've obviously been in here before.

[ Was Rem just not paying attention? Or did he just not care? ]

[dominioned]

I did conduct initial rounds of all the buildings here, yes. But I can't say that a contemporary art museum is where I expected to find something of this nature, of all places. [ He lets out a small sigh, because apparently he did miss it. ]

[reanbeans]

...Well, not everyone's perfect, I guess.

[ Rean didn't know whether that was a relief or not. Probably still not, considering their situation. ]

And what do you mean by 'this nature'? I can't say I'm the type of person who studies art very well. That goes to another friend of mine.

[dominioned]

Hmn. [ Yeah not happy about it! ]

This museum houses contemporary art, and this is a classical piece given the subject manner and all.