[ After a moment of thought, and after hearing Ish's revelation, a bud of resolve plants itself in Cain's chest. He lifts his head and steps forward. Though he can't see half of the people here, his gaze still sweeps the crowd.

He speaks loud over everyone else. ]

The trial is going to proceed as normal, but there isn't going to be an execution tomorrow. The wishes have been granted. Our votes here are, in practice, meaningless. Lives have been taken, but we don't have to risk losing another innocent. Which means...

Culprit, if you could please come forward.

[ Cain draws the sword from his sheath and holds it to the side, tip of the blade pointed downward. ]

I understand people will be angry with you, and may want to retaliate against you—violently. But you have my blade as protection if you wish to say your piece.

[ His tension eases, and an earnest plead colors his expression. ]

Please. Offering closure and peace of mind to the friends and loved ones of the lives you've stolen is the least you can do for the rest of us.