[ A couple seconds passed and it's worth noting that Karma's entire expression seemed to tense up minutely before just nodding and looking off somewhere else. Something vaguely distant visible there in his eyes. ]

Our class did, technically. We all... kind of 'held' him down, and one of us... someone i'm close to? He was the one to drive the knife into our teacher's chest. We had to do it... it didn't feel right letting the government do it instead of us.

[ It's still a recent-ish memory for him. Only a couple months old now. ]