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

[notbymyside]

Of course not, but I wondered if you still knew some of it.

[But it seems not, so.]

...Dazai-kun is the most important person to me. He's also a teenager again- or I suppose 'still is one' is the accurate description- and in those teenage years he was rather terrible at looking after himself. So I worry about him, and I want to help make things a bit easier for him.

[dominioned]

[ There's some rapping against the wood before he speaks again. ]

In interest of full disclosure on this particular topic—we have the same knowledge regarding every one of you. However, the step to procure said knowledge... let us say it was easier for her to recall the details after the fact.

[ Now to the rest. ]

I see, so you view him as a charge of sorts. Very well then, you may have some bandages, but enough for this week only. If you require more, there is a system set up to address such needs in the post office.

[notbymyside]

[Hmm. That piques his curiosity.]

Very well, I will address further weeks through the post office. Thank you for your consideration.

And in the interest of full disclosure, can you say why it's easier for her?

[dominioned]

...she was less occupied at the time. [ Said rather sulkily. ]

[notbymyside]

'Less occupied'?

[dominioned]

Yes.

[ That explains nothing, but maybe helpfully or not he then adds. ]

Suffice it to say she was in a better state to take copious notes.

[notbymyside]

[It really does explain nothing.]

I...see.

I'm still not too happy about being spied upon like that.

[dominioned]

[ After a moment he sighs, followed by a somewhat loud thud. ]

And I was not happy with what needed to be done to achieve said spying.