Today, I walk through my home and wonder why I do what I do. And then, I realize, that it's what my family did before they were unjustly slaughtered. But, then I think about all the people that I killed. Were they guilty of their crimes, or were they innocent and wrongly killed? Did they have family or friends? Or were they alone and orphaned like me? Why did I have to kill them? All these questions and no answers. It's not like I don't care. I care, though.
Niao Natsuhiboshi Community Member 
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