[There's something about that that actually seems to relax him; he has no idea what it is about the way Blake's put it that's managed to shift something inside his head but the fact is that something has, and it's not the sort of shifting that he's been experiencing for the last couple of months, either. That's been largely unpleasant, the sort of thing that gets his hackles up and makes him want to retreat back into his head, where it's cold but it's quiet and most importantly it's safe; this is more like something he hadn't realized he'd needed to hear, but now that he has...

Well. There's a sense of relief to it, one that runs deep.

He shuts it away for now, though, and focuses on the rest.]

Whatever would have happened in one of our trials wouldn't have meant anything, though - they didn't determine whether someone was a good or a bad person, and they didn't determine whether someone actually deserved to die for what they did. They were murder, too.