“Now, I’m not saying everyone that is sent to me is the most upfront and honest when answering simple questions.”
The Confessor paused, dropping her gaze to her viciously sharp fingertips, the slightest shrug of her shoulders as a knowing smile surfaced on her lips. A small spark of ‘light’ flashed, making an audible hiss when she snapped her fingers. If one looked closely enough, they’d see the spark had burned flesh.
"If they’re smart however, they catch on very quickly.”
She spoke almost conversationally, this was business as usual.
“Forsaken do not sleep, we do not tire nor need to eat. Time and patience is something we have in spades. If it’s decided your secrets and sins are no longer yours alone…well, it’s in your best interest to be a smart one.”
The smile turned from smug to almost wicked.
“Even if the stupid ones prove more…fun.”