[ TT ] Trials are still conducted by a `` jury of peers '' , but punishment is now meted out `` eye for an eye '' .

`` You need to vote.'' The lady with the red necklace looked at him. They all did. `` It's the way this works.'' 
 
 He tried to look her in the eyes, he really did. `` I'm sorry.'' 
 
 The soft-spoken man smiled at him. `` That's alright, take your time.'' 
 
 `` No, I'm sorry.'' He stood up and walked to the window. He pressed his head against the glass, letting the cool glass calm his head. `` I ca n't do this.'' 
 
 There was a groan from the table. `` Oh come on!'' The blue hair woman sighed loudly. `` We've all voted. We're all in agreement.'' She stared at him. `` It's up to you.'' 
 
 `` That's the problem.'' He could n't see them, but he could hear the murmuring. `` It's all up to me. I will sentence this... This man will be...'' He tailed off. 
 
 `` It's beyond a shadow of a doubt.'' The man with dreads spoke calmly, no anger or annoyance in his voice. `` There's video evidence, his own video evidence!'' 
 
 `` And the victims!'' The man with eyeliner spoke up, his voice quivering. `` The people he...'' He stopped, gathered himself. `` The ones who survived, they told us...'' 
 
 `` I know.'' He said. `` I know all of this.'' He stared out of the window. `` And I still do n't think I could send a man to that fate.'' 
 
 `` He knew this was where his actions would lead him.'' The bald woman spoke, her voice dry, and cracking. `` He thought he could escape it, but no one can escape the past.'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry, but...'' He turned, looking at them. `` He's so old. It can't-'' 
 
 `` So am I. And I reaped what I sowed.'' 
 
 Tears started to fall from his eyes, he fought to stay standing. `` If I do it, will I be as bad as him?'' 
 
 The room was silent. The soft-spoken man broke it. `` Of course not. You're just doing your job. 
 
 He fell to his knees, sobbing. Listening carefully, between gasps, you could hear him saying, `` That's was his defence.''
