More of my checkered past during my 19th century life emerged a couple days ago. I had suspected I killed a man in a fight in the 1850s and now I’m pretty sure that’s the case. I don’t remember the place or circumstances. All I remember is that I punched him too hard and he was simply gone. He fell and didn’t get up. A woman shouted “you killed him! You killed him!”
I feel worse about this than anyone I killed during my subsequent life in WWI. Why? Was it because I was desensitized to it? Did the war warp my moral compass?
Or was it the fact that at least during the war I paid with my life whereas in this earlier life I escaped justice? I stayed one step ahead of the hangman and very likely died in my 60s. Under self-regression I saw myself getting drunk at a crew party after an opera and falling into a river, but I’ve also seen flashes of the fall of the Paris Commune of 1870 so I’m not sure.
I don’t think I was ever caught and executed though; I can’t find any known executions that match the facts of that life, anyhow.