I was not a nice man in this life, that much I know is true.
My arrogance from young to big was as inflated as a balloon. I'd made alot of enemies from that kind of attitude.
Never stepping down, always claiming I was right, stealing bits and bobs off the people that passed without a shred of guilt - it's all a part of my sins.
Perhaps something was wrong with my ego to make me this way. Or maybe I just didn't have the right kind of childhood. It certainly wasn't one belonging to the Crown Princess. My childhood and education was on the streets, not in a fancy building with a bell and chairs.
So maybe, just once I could be excused.
No, that wouldn't do. I probably deserved my death as much I claim I did not want it.
Still, it would have done me just a shred of good to at least know if someone knew of my death. I could pretend and say it was all a plot by some nasty no-gooders or sell you some story about how it really wasn't my fault but it'd honestly do nothing for me.
The fact is, I died by bumping into a table and alerting the Crown Princess's guards as I stole her underwear. This is the sin I have claimed.
But honestly, can you blame me?
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