One Final Fight For This Tonight. [Sangsue]

[Sin]

"Well, you see.... Not so much 'impaled' as 'hit with tree branches and pissed me off'... But, after all, he did start the fight!" said Sin, angrily shifting his direction, pacing. "He hit me. I hit him once, and started to leave. He attacked again. I got mad. I do, I admit, over-react and have... Episodes... I didn't mean to do that much..." Sin did, indeed, feel some remorse... But then again, he didn't pity this creature. It was dead. No live blood. It couldn't really be all that important. It was just a thing... Not a person... Wasn't it? Sin thought of these and his face started to get a little softer, but then... He remembered all of the trouble and the trouble, and he had to stop himself from growling.

Sin then stated calmly, "Regardless of what may happen, I feel responsible. I don't feel remorse, but whatever happens... I have to say it is my fault. I have to take the blame." He thought to himself that this may not be the best thing to say... "It may be somewhat of an overreaction... But I did not, I repeat, did not, start this fight. All I did was... End it." Sin then resumed his pacing, wondering what the consequences of saying this may be, and the consequence of these actions. Then, he thought, this happened. It will not un-happen. I need to accept it. Let them throw at me what they will... I should be able to take it. At least, I hope. He then shifted his gaze at the vampire, Sangsue, and then away, at the exit, wondering how many were in charge of his fate, and dreading who might walk through the door.