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]

You'll find the answer would be the same then as it is now. However, I don't mind entertaining guesses.

[psychophant]

I'll be sure to keep that in mind, but I won't trouble you with all of my guesses right now.

I do have one final question for you tonight, however... The abilities we had back in our homes, are those forever lost to us? If we were to return home, would we regain access to those abilities, or did the process of giving us these new powers simply remove them entirely?

[He doesn't like the question, from the sound of it, but he wants to know— No, he needs to know.]

[dominioned]

My thanks.

[ Tap, tap, tap goes a finger against wood. ]

That, would be up to each and every one of you. If you are...resilient enough, I imagine they will return once you are no longer here.

[psychophant]

[Resilient enough...? What does that mean? Is the process of getting back to their worlds not a sure one, or is it merely something that has the potential to return with practice and study?]

I see. I must admit I am very curious about that, but I suppose such questions are best saved for later.

[There's certainly no guarantee any of them will be going home, after all.]

Thank you for your time this evening, Rembrandt. I appreciate the answers you've given me.

[...]

But before I go, I did ask you one more question than you asked me. Do you have anything else to ask tonight?

[dominioned]

[ A chuckle. ]

My, I really must be tired—it's been quite some time since I've had to run around putting out so many fires caused by idiots. But no, I do not. While I much prefer to deal in transactions, I am not unacquainted with generosity. [ This one's on the house. ]

[psychophant]

[Idiots, huh?]

You have my thanks, then. I appreciate your generosity.

[It's not sarcastic!]

I'll take my leave then. Once again, you have my thanks.

[There's certainly plenty to think about, even if today's meeting was rather short.]