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

[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.