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

[psychophant]

What about it is an experiment?

[dominioned]

I suppose you could say I decided to revisit a habit of my youth. [ A smile. ]

But it doesn't quite suit me, still.

[psychophant]

It's not something you'll do again, I take it?

[dominioned]

In this way, I doubt it. [ There's some nuance there that they'll get to real soon. ]

[psychophant]

[can't wait for endgame!!]

I can't say I'm surprised. I'm certain the two of you have found dealing with all of us to be quite the headache.

[dominioned]

...I've dealt with worse, in some ways. [ A soft sigh. ]

[psychophant]

I have a hard time imagining what's worse than dealing with... well, all of our antics.

[dominioned]

Actual children, and grown men and women who could pass for one.

[psychophant]

[considers elise..........]

Oh, that's very fair. It's not often I have to deal with people like that.

[never mind that he spends like 85% of his time being a teenage girl]

[dominioned]

In the end, it was more trouble than it was worth. [ I mean that scans, he has enough teenage girl to go around. ]