Day 21
"Ah, I see," Petyr Baelish said as he watched the smallfolk tear through his home. "This is supposed to show me how unloved I am. That I died and people didn't even wait for the body to become cold before they began looting." One of the very last of the smallfolk paused before tossing a burning brand into the building, causing it to begin to burn. "And then they burn the house down." He rolled his eyes. "I'm not moved by this, Spirit. This is just the nature of people. I know that I will not be loved when I am gone but why should I care? I will be dead."
The Spirit took out a scroll and unfurled it.
YOU AREN'T DEAD YET
"…huh?"
"Help, I'm still tied up in here!" Baelish heard his future self scream as the house caught on fire.
"…okay, admittedly them robbing me before burning me alive does move me slightly…"