Most people after killing several people for crimes would feel at a measure of remorse. Not so for me! I didn't drink because I'm trying to cut back (I think I've used up my drinking allowance for the next several years, I mean my organs are refreshed thanks to the good doctor, but even I have limits for my depravity, at least mentally). I did enjoy a nice meal in a fancy restaurant and picked up a couple new suits (with all of my ill gotten gains). Sure I had the memories of a serial killer who cut up bums to put body parts into rich people, but I was living high on the hog with a new found lust for life! I also now possessed the knowledge of anatomy and surgery, skills I was sure would come in handy (the knowledge of course but not the actual practice, which is the trick to things like this, you know what to do, but you've never actually done it, though since I'm a tailor by trade its similar in fine hand work, lets just say I don't tell people I'm patching up "This is just like sewing a pair of pants).
I figured since I'd taken so much from society I should at least give something back, so when a ship was bound for refugee work in an area decimated by war (a lingering conflict of Oshujon's any large enough fight always leaves these embers burning somewhere). This was entirely based on willingness to help my fellow man, and not wanting to make sure that no one knew I had murdered several people recently. Not at all related! Also the fact that they were willing to take me on with no questions asked for an indeterminate period of time. All the better!
Of course this meant more time spent on a ship which even with modern ship engines etc I still vomit like its going out of style. Yes even though I figured I'd kicked this particular annoyance of anatomy I still do it. Because my life is one of misery.
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