Huh. Might not bother you, but I get tired of getting cut up all the time.

[He absorbs this all while looking at his sin. None of what he hears worries him too much, except the mental abilities.]

What do you know, "murder" again. Dunno how many I did. All because they had money, or I'd get paid for killing them, or they were guards and about to fucking kill me and were standing under a chandelier. ...is this thing still going? Ah no, there is is. [Either the next sin or the shackles release.]