He hisses a frustrated little noise, pulls his glasses off to run a hand over his face.

"Both? Neither? It— it makes you vote, if you're unlucky enough to be chosen for a jury. Or if you choose to watch a trial. But it's not people carrying out the executions, in the end— it's all machinery, rooms of knives and things. Trying to vote someone innocent when they aren't will just get you thrown in, as well."

At that question, he gives a single humorless laugh.

"Hardly. I broke into Martin's to stop it, though he was voted innocent, in the end." And, softer: "I escaped mine."