With Cris yanked away, Mina is only able to watch as the proceedings begin. As ceremony gives way to terrible trial, and trial gives way to brutal execution, the look on Mina's face changes. Her typical cheer and hope, rekindled unintentionally be Malia's speech about admitting to guilt, washes away with the color in her cheeks. Her face grows pale as she cannot force herself to turn away, eyes almost inexorably drawn to the brutal display. This was the trial that had made itself common in Cheliax, a bloodsport all of its own. She suddenly knows in the depths of the heart that her innocence of the act of murder was irrelevant. They would find something or anything that would allow them to declare her guilty. The crowd would call out for a swift death. Her actual death would be anything but swift.<br/><br/>Fear sets onto her all at once. Tears well up in her bright eyes. She seems flabbergasted, stumbling with her words at first. She can no longer help herself at this point, not caring about the consequences. She lifts herself up to her feet and practically flings her still manacled form toward one of the guards, staring with pleading eyes.<strong>"You have to let me out of this! I had nothing to do with the killing! They're going to murder me here no matter what I say! I can be the best slave ever, just don't let them take me anywhere near that trial!"</strong>