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Our Lady of Fandom; Monday [ 03/12 ]

Monday
Confessions.

Even though the church was a mess from all the flooding and some heavy duty cleaning was needed, Rosette still insisted on holding confessions this Monday. The most important thing, after all, were her guns and, while the guncase was a sturdy piece of watertight equipment, not all her guns were kept in there, so she had a lot of guncleaning to do today. In addition to that, though, was the fact that every ten minutes, she smirked and had to pause and make her own little confession. "Forgive me, Father, I have sinned. I have recently been guilty of having licentious and impure thoughts..."

In the meantime, Chrono wasn't too annoyed with having to handle most of the heavy cleaning stuff, because he'd gone to Sparky's that morning to get the bots so they could make up for what they did to him over the weekend ~~in their great NPC battle~~. John was right, too; they were being amazingly industrious, hard little mechanized workers helping him clean up after the flood.

...For the moment, anyway.

[[ open for all your churchly needs! Confessional threads NFB~ ]]

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Henry had been raised Presbyterian, so he didn't think that confession was necessary. But he needed some kind of religious input, some kind of guidance. So after building up his courage and taking a few deep breaths, he entered the confessional.

Rosette didn't bother peering up from where she was looking through the barrel of one of her rifles as she noticed the door on the other side of the confessional open. It seemed to have seaweed in it.

She was kind of into her cleaning, so she slighted the usual pious greeting and stuck with a "What can I do for ya?"

Henry was a little shocked by the casual welcome. "Uhhh, ummm...I'd like to make a confession, but...eh...I've never...umm...never done it before..."

[ooc: No worries. Real life comes first. ^_^]

Rosette grinned a little, fishing out the seaweed in the barrel of the gun and then wondering where the heck she was going to put it now. "First time, huh?" she asked. "Hold on; lemme get comfortable first, then." She set the seaweed on the gun case for now. "Okay. We're ready to hear your transgressions, my son, and God is ready to forgive them. What sins do you have to confess?"

"I..." Henry grimaced. This was harder than he had thought. "Over the spring holiday...I...killed someone..."

The nature in which the confession was delivered quirked Rosette's eyebrow more than what was actually being confessed. Henry'd probably be surprised at how much she got that. "I see," she said, quietly clicking her gun closed and setting it aside, sobering quickly. "I assume, since you're here, that you are remorseful for your crime?"

Henry nodded, then remembered that the nun couldn't see him. "Yes," he squeaked. "I hated him, but I didn't want him to die."

"An accident, then?" Rosette asked.

Henry opened his mouth to lie, but he couldn't get the word out. What good would it do him to lie in a confessional?
"No, it was done with single-minded intent." He swallowed. "Sometimes I don't have control of my own actions..."

Rosette was a little bit confused. "So...you're saying that you didn't want the guy to die, but you did it with that intent, and that, despite you acting beyond your control, it wasn't an accident?"

"It's hard to explain," Henry replied, feeling slightly distressed, "it's still me that does it, but I'm not quite in my right mind." He felt around for a way to describe it without saying too much. He didn't feel that he could get into the entire experiment right here. "It's like...being drunk, but still being in perfect possession of one's faculties. Sometimes I lose control, and knowingly do crimes I otherwise would never dream of committing."

So it was as Rosette was thinking; it wasn't her place to ask anything more on it, unless the confessor wanted to say something more, but she couldn't help but be curious about the nature of this sort of thing, if it was as much like Chrono's as she was imagining. She paused for a long consideration.

"I do understand what you mean," she said, finally. "I think. If...you could go back and control it better....would you have done anything differently?"

Henry sounded hollow. "I couldn't. I can't conrol him at all." There was a quiet cry of surprise. "I mean, me. When I'm like that, I can't.
But I'm trying to stop it. Stop myself from changing anymore. I think I know how, but it's so hard."

And now Rosette was really starting to wish Chrono was in here and not out there scraping salt off the walls. She nodded, forgetting that the confessor couldn't see her. "You're...quite at a conflicted moral crossroads with this...change, aren't you?" she asked.

Henry let out a sad laugh. "Yes, it is a matter of morality. I thought, when the changes first started, that I could use them to become a better person, but they didn't quite work out like that." Henry's throat felt tight, and he held back tears. "I've been ignoring the danger, thinking that I could still use these changes for my own gain."

Rosette was quiet for a moment again before offering, "Sometimes it takes something really big to open our eyes, doesn't it? Unfortunate, how it works like that, but sometimes, it has to.."

Henry swallowed again. His voice was a little strained. "But why something like death? No matter what I do, there's nothing that can bring the Bishop back..."

Okay, that made Rosette stop a little, eyes getting wide. "You killed a Bishop? Or is this just some really elaborate practical joke and this whole time you've actually been talking about chess?"

Henry sank a little where he sat. "In London. The Bishop of Basingstoke."

"Huh," Rosette said slightly, ignoring the part of her that told her she should congratulate the guy. "...Why?"

Rosette reached again for her gun, in case the answer was that he was a serial killer with a focus on members of the clergy.

There was anger in Henry's voice. "He's a member of the Board of Governors at St. Jude's hospital, in London. Nearly every one of them is corrupt, and don't give a damn about the patients. My father is in the mental ward. He was always a great supporter of St. Jude's, he always donated generously, and did everything he could to improve conditions. Now that he's a patient, they don't care, anymore." His anger deflated. He just sounded sad. "Now that he cannot give out money, they've no use for him."

Corrupt clergymen who didn't give a damn once they got what they wanted? Who'd'a thunk? Rosette drew in a sharp breath to keep herself from saying she was right with her confessor on that one.

She went for a more professional approach, surprisingly. "I can certainly see why that might inspire wrath," she said gently. "Doesn't necisarrily make it right, but I have a feeling I don't have to tell you that..."

Henry gave another unseen nod. "No, I know you're right. He didn't deserve to die. Everyone has some good in them someplace, no matter how awful they might seem."

Rosette quirked an eyebrow. An optimist, huh? "True, but, at the same time, what is done can't be reversed. All that can be done, really, is that you seek forgiveness and find remorse. Anything else...is out of our hands."

"Yes." Henry took a second to mull that over.
"Is there a penance for killing someone? Or would it be in poor taste? I know that I can't earn forgiveness, but I still..." He didn't quite know how to finish that, so he trailed off.

"I'm not going to even start making assumptions on whether or not forgiveness is possible with something like this," Rosette said. "That's not really up to me, you know? But, personally, I like to think that He'll understand. And, yeah, I don't think giving you a penance would do much. Just...be careful. Know that one moment of weakness does not make you a terrible person..."

Henry took a deep breath, and let it out. "Thank you so much, miss-" he corrected himself- "my apologies: Sister. I feel a little better, now that I've been able to tell someone."

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