Marco's Heart

[peccatore]

You find yourself in a bright white, circular room. It's nearly empty; too bare, almost clinically so. But the bareness of it means that what is visible here stands out:

A podium in the center, where a familiar figure sits, head buried in his hands. Three paths running from the podium to three different spots near the edges of the room - not corners; circles don't have corners - where three doors leading seemingly nowhere stand with no regard for their complete lack of structural support.

It doesn't take you long to figure out where you are, does it? You only have to decide where to start.

Comments

[peccatore]

He ponders this for a moment.

"That door..." He points. "Nothing there has to do with what I've done. It's... useless to you."

[oneknightsstand]

Bud, I consider you a friend. I'm not just a minister after all, you know? So nothing is about like, use or uselessness, but I can skip that one if it's not the place I can help you best.

[points to one of the other two at random (the door of the tormentor)] I'll go there, then?

[peccatore]

"... Yes. Yes, I think that would be helpful."

[oneknightsstand]

Okay. Whatever happens, remember I'm the one choosing to do this. Don't beat yourself too much, okay?

[to the door]

[peccatore]

Good luck, Kieran.