I have created a sin.

You created a sin and I punished you.

I have had to endure much pain since I created the sin.

I have shuned you for what you did.

You now know that I have created a sin.

The sin I created has taken something from you.

The sin took from me my son.

The sin took your arm and leg.

They are now his, but are not his all the same.

I must undo the sin I created, but I can't.

I need your help to defeat this sin.

You now know that I am the reason this sin has your arm and leg.

If I hadn't wanted to have my son...this sin would never have been made.

Forgive me.

I now lay dying, afraid, yet not.

I will one day soon see my son.

This sin took my body from me, but not like it did to you.

I am sorry for the trouble my sin has given you.

I now go to my grave happy that you do not hate me for the sin.

That you do not hate me for creating the sin...

Wrath.