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

[nevercaught]

"You're not fully dead yet," Jarlaxle points out.

[peccatore]

"This isn't about me. It's about... about the people I've hurt."

[nevercaught]

"Ah," Jarlaxle says. "That is what this is about? Then I suppose you ought to tell me about it. Or show me if that is easier."

[peccatore]

"That's... what this is about."

He's looking towards the doors now - especially the ones to the west and east.

[nevercaught]

"Shall I check beyond those doors and return to you when I have seen more?"

[peccatore]

"... Feel free."

[nevercaught]

"I shall."

And he will first head west.

[peccatore]

Good luck, Jarlaxle.