"...Having the intention to do something is entirely different from doing that thing.
I want to punch the prosecutor in the face." Devon raised a clenched fist, "But I don't do it.
Intention is entirely different from the crime. The law does not punish a man for the intention. It punishes for the action.
Which brings us to the problem we will be facing. Your Shade, for whatever reason, showed the intention. But you had no right to be the executioner."
Soren frowned. "Murder?"
Devon nodded. "Yes, murder. But of course she won't entirely frame it that way. She will let some other thing(s) accompany it. That's the only way it will stick."
"What... what are we going to do?" Soren asked.
"We?" Devon chuckled lightly. "Not you. Me. Don't worry, kid. After all, I am still a Lamington."
What does that even mean?
Soren asked himself.
...
The court session resumed.
Soren was brought to the stand again.
