I heard everything that was said at that trial...that what's happening is disgusting, that this is my "unjust" brand of justice...that it doesn't matter how much I hate what's happening, because my hands are stained, too.

[They seem to shrink into themselves more.]

And it's true, I am. It's my fault. All my fault. I thought that when I had a chance to host, I could prove that I can do a good job, that just because I get...I get scared, doesn't mean that I can't do it. But four people died, and I had to tell people to vote for someone innocent, and nothing I did was helpful or good.