[There's not much thought given to his own words. It's only natural that some people are falsely accused, and he isn't any different. It's why he continues with walking, with the flour still tucked neatly on his shoulder. Slowly nodding his head, as they continue their pilgrimage to Aldrip to drop off these bags of flour. Certainly more work to be done, which is. Very Astralin to do. Ignore all his problems and deal with them much later, as there was nothing to be done, anyway.]

I am one. I have been accused of second degree murder, but the blood on my hands have been nothing but self-defense. It seems as if... Someone views me as a murderer.

[Astralin isn't bothered by it, though. He can't be bothered by it, as there isn't much he can do at this point. So for now, he'll just continue to exist until his sentencing comes. Whenever that is.]

But. There is not much I can do but sit and wait. I am here now, with a parchment detailing my so called crime. It is not uncommon in my world for people to be falsely accused, so I am not surprised that the world is like it. I suppose it is just the way that it is.

[Not that he won't fight it when it comes, but again, for now, he can't do much.]