“I was wrong, I was a fool. I should have known better, I accept the fact that I made serious mistakes, but I still believe that I am a good person with much potential, I have learned a harsh lesson. The trial and six months in a maximum security prison has been a frightening wake-up call. I now understand how I need to change.
If you find it appropriate to impose a sentence that does not include an extended period of incarceration, I will do my absolute best to use my skills and whatever talents I have been blessed with for the betterment of humanity,”
Uhmmm, No
"I am a good person," it grinned. It noticed your gaze, directed at the hand of the corpse draped over its right foot. It kicked that hand off, lazily. The body it belonged to more than fit into the wasteland it was standing in, a field of cadavers still looking the way they had before they died - frightened, desperate, confused. A charnel house of puzzlement, of bodies who never understood the depth of greed they had faced.
"I," it said again, its long tongue flickering towards your face, "am a good person."
And that was when you noticed that the word in question wasn't "good" - nothing about him could be good - but that the stinking-breathed creature facing you was arguing that it was a "person."
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