My own agitation and anguish was extreme during the whole trial. I believed in her innocence; I knew it. Could the daemon, who had (I did not for a minute doubt) murdered my brother, also in his hellish sport have betrayed the innocent to death and ignominy? I could not sustain the horror of my situation; and when I perceived that the popular voice, and the countenances of the judges, had already condemned my unhappy victim, I rushed out of the court in agony. The tortures of the accused did not equal mine; she was sustained by innocence, but the fangs of remorse tore my bosom, and would not forego their hold.
– Mary Shelley
Frankenstein, Chapter 8. Victor is deeply affected by the trial of the innocent Justine for his brother William’s murder. He is filled with remorse over how his own deeds cause two of his family to face death. It seems to be more of a trial for Victor and his own evils.
