"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
It should go without saying...
"I'm so sorry, I don't know what I should do, please forgive me, I deserve death, but I'm very sorry!"
That this has to be the most bizarre thing that I've experienced since I came here- no, in my entire twenty-four years of life.
Who the hell is this doormat?
"Ah! Some of it spilled on your uniform! It's really over for me! Please forgive me!"
Of all the spineless weaklings I've come across over the years, I don't think there's anyone that has left me this speechless.
To summarize how this incident even began, I'll rewind to earlier this morning, about two hours ago.
After only managing to get at most three hours of sleep because the war council went on until dawn, I started to get ready for this important day.
Agamemnon, Damocles and Cerberus threatened- no 'implied' that they would be coming to watch my first match in the competition today.
