Ka’ya rested her hand on the smooth handle of the door for a moment, before stepping into the booth. She really couldn’t believe she had made it all the way here without being detected. Despite this she kept casting furtive glances over her shoulder as she paid. She sat down for several minutes in silence.
“You may begin at any time,” a pleasant voice said in the universal language.
Ka’ya jumped. ‘Calm down!’ She told herself sternly as she glanced at the partition, where some kind of illusion had been placed so the person on the other side looked like they had a fog surrounding them.
Ka’ya shook her head and took a deep breath, she had paid for an hour but she didn’t want to spend it breathing.
“I erm,” Ka’ya began slowly in the universal language and stopped as she realised her voice was shaking.
“There is purified aqua under the panel,” the voice whispered at sub level volume in Rubarian.
Ka’ya started, if the voice knew she was from Ruby then maybe…she looked up half expecting the door to be yanked open.
“You are safe here,” the voice whispered again in Rubarian.
Ka’ya nodded slowly as she lifted the panel and drained the liquid dry.
“Okay, well, erm,” Ka’ya began again, she had always listened to the confessions on radio and wondered why people would go there just to hesitate, surely if they had travelled all the way to Hoxcer then they could talk about whatever. Now of course she knew better, once the words were out then she couldn’t take them back.
She took another deep breath and began in a hesitant voice.
“I now believe in the concept of soul mates. I knew something was missing from my life but I didn’t know what, until I met the person who had the other half of my soul.” Ka’ya said softly.
“I am in love with someone I shouldn’t…well not shouldn’t but can’t be in love with. To his family, to his whole planet, to the galaxy no one is deserving of him…of angels –” Ka’ya paused as the confessionary gasped softly.
“I know it’s wrong. I am nothing in the face of a celestial being, but somehow my heart did not get the message, and nor did his. We are different species; we may look alike, poor replicas of angels of course but still incompatible in every sense. I understand the logic; I get the argument that has been had for centuries that angels cannot mate outside their own race. They are too powerful and too important to the balance of the galaxies.” Ka’ya said in a rush, the words flowing out of her rapidly and uncontrolled.
Ka’ya sighed. “Even here on Hoxcer, I mean no offense but even the most lawless place abides by that one rule. So what does that make me?”
Ka’ya pressed her hands into her eyes as she felt tears sting her eyes as she whispered; “My soul has mated with his.”
“By the Goddess!” The confessionary whispered in the language of angels at a sub-level volume that even Ka’ya’s keen hearing would have missed had all her senses not been on high alert for any sounds of approaching footsteps. She had confessed to consorting with an angel, the entire galaxy might be after her.
Feeling panicked by the outburst, Ka’ya gained her feet then realised she had paid for judgment.
“I so confessed.” She said hastily, wanting the entire thing to be over.
“I…” the usually indifferent confessionary seemed lost for words, which shocked Ka’ya even more and not for the first time she questioned herself on why she felt a need to share her story.
“I can place no more judgment than you place on yourself,” the confessionary said, “but know this; the soul is never wrong.”
Ka’ya stilled as she focused all her attention on those words. She was about to ask another question when she smelt it, a mile away at most, but they had found her, she needed to leave.
Rushing out she almost missed the words the confessionary spoke in Rubarian; “Don’t always believe the propaganda the higher angels preach.”