...I don't know.

[ Surprisingly honest now, she sighs, shrugging her shoulders. ]

That you had an idea? Some kind of...way to fight back. Or at least keep from getting involved.

[ Pipe dreams, sure, but she'd hoped. ]

You just didn't seem to...like that trial very much.

Nobody else seemed to care.

[ Everyone had been so eager to find the killer, to solve the mystery, to blame someone, there hadn't been much room to think about just what it was they were condemning Diego to. ]