...for this humble servant has sinned.
The stench of murder flows through the air of the place I call home.
My hands are red. My heart is pounding.
Forgive me, Gods, for I have sinned.
I've taken a life, the first and hopefully the last. But I needed it - It was necessary... to protect my own, to protect our people, to protect all the things and the lands we hold dear. We were threatened, we were robbed... Justice was required and no justice was found within prayers and peace. Action was needed. We tried to talk it out, we asked him to stop, we tried to prevent this... but...
I hope your soul find a way into a better place than this dreadful, vile place we call the land. Be at peace...
...for my peace was taken.