Rupert's cigarette had run out. With no place else for it, he snuffed it out directly on the table's surface and left the butt where it was. The guards could clean it up. He leaned back in his chair and thought over the Captain's words.
"Captain, I allowed my hate for the criminals that call themselves the Bretonian nobility to blind me, and I allowed the Gauls to take advantage of my naivety and turn me into a weapon against my own people. I took up arms against my fellow Bretonians, aided in the oppression and destruction of my own world. The fact that I thought I was serving a higher cause doesn't absolve me of my crimes. I know I was only a small part of the Gallic war machine, but I'm no less guilty of the death and destruction on Leeds than the murderers on those siege cruisers."
Rupert paused for a moment.
"I didn't come here for forgiveness, or to get a second chance. I came here to face justice for my crimes. Whether it's here, or in the next life, I'm nothing more than a damned soul waiting for judgement."
