"Everyone gets a trial, but some are shorter than others," Octavia said, the dry tone a little muted, now. "Pardons are practically non-existent."

It was a form of population control, but she took one glance at his face and decided not to point that out.

"Sorry if this is upsetting," she added, in slightly more of a murmur. (Also, if? O, come on.) "Or too depressing."