Dramatic confessions at trial aren't unheard of, although I suppose I wouldn't much expect it in this case. Plea bargaining, maybe.
Then if she names someone falsely they can produce an alibi. It's imperfect, entirely so, but it's not guaranteed to produce all the wrong incentives.
Then maybe Sarpalarë will turn on them for leaving her in the lurch; stranger things have happened. But I can't pull a judicial procedure with guaranteed results every time out of my pocket.
That's why you get to learn to fly. All the deterrent in the world can't stop everyone.
I did not actually know for sure that no one had, she says.
Yeah. I consider one likely outcome that I just invent a teleportation spell, go purchase some extremely high-yield bomb from a disreputable galactic weapons shop, and wipe Angband off the map, see if that does it.
After which I suppose he'd learn to take cover among non-expendable people, but I can have anybody who wants to get off this cylindrical fucking rock evacuated by then.
Or find an alternate means to go on. You're not on a very tight deadline by galactic standards.
That's good, otherwise I imagine obliterating the fortress and everything in it would meet with some objections.
I am optimistic that my galaxy holds solutions for this problem, I just didn't do my homework for this test I wasn't planning to take.