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) wrote2019-12-03 07:17 pm
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So I ask, what does readiness have to do with it?
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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.