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Franziska utters quietly as
she moves towards that ..
familiar office. It’s colder
today, November often is.

“ I’m supposed to be . . .
turning twenty-one. ”

She states softly, unsure of
how many days have since
passed in that time.
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have to save that fool, both
of them. Matt Engarde is —
he is guilty! Adrian Andrews
should have testified to that
fact! She- She knows that! ”

Franziska utters again, she
is seemingly more frustrated
with Adrian of all people. It’s
not long before she grips at
her sheets again.

“ Ugh. ”
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seemed. Her anger fizzles
out, and she seems to back
into herself. There is shame
she can put no name to, nor
can she allow to paint along
her expression. How had he
been hit - if Calisto couldn’t
manage, then.. - she slows
before the spiral can spin all
the way out.

“ It’s foolish that you
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“ Then let me help, let me
have my case back! ”

Franziska says with a weak
hiss, she knows it was some
pointless attempt; she had..
she had to win- She had to
prove that she was a genius,
that she was as smart, if not
smarter than her father! Or ..
or even someone as useless
as Phoenix Wright
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ever repay me for irreparable
damages caused to my quiet,
and quaint visage~ ”

She teases, a smirk rising on
her face. He really is excited.
He feels young again, like a
little girl gaining an ounce of
attention from her mother. It
doesn’t last long.

“ I trust you, still. ”
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admittedly feels nice on her
cheeks, and she is actually
quite surprised for what the
outcome of her current face
would be! Miles was talented
in some areas, hm. Make-up
though? She didn’t know.

“ You won’t let me see, oh -
how cruel of you, my little
brother. You wound me, so.
How will you
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“ I personally think he’d try
to blame lead poisoning for
that. He seemed to be keen
on attempting to claim that
before. Or was it a rumor I
saw in a magazine? ”

Franziska talks to herself in
a quiet tone, she tilts when
he brushes her face with a
bit of make-up; moving here
and there. It
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person he was, and better.
You’ve grown into one that
I find lovely, inspiring even. ”

Perhaps it was that rooted
imperfection, but she did
think Sebbie the braver of
the two of them. A smaller
smile on her face.

“ You are going to rock it,
and my brother is going to
be so proud of you. ”
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of all kinds. A - And.. well,
I wish I was as confident in
showing others mine. I had
to hide them for so long the
very act of doing so is such
a routine for me now. ”

She adds, a softer sigh now
leaving her lips. She inhales.

“ You look beautiful, though.
And are a hundred times the
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has ever - seen on her skin.
She quickly recovers with a
small nod of her head - it’s
beautiful to see Sebbie react
with confidence. Though, he
agreed that the young girl is
undeserving of such marks.

“ Scars are a history of your
endurance, your strength. It..
shows imperfections, flaws-
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Franziska frowns. She was
well-aware of the kinds of
scars Excelsius inflicted. It
hurt her head to think of, a
rotten memory that she is
still fighting to share til the
very day. She has a few of
her own - burn scars from
that wretched man. That’s
a sin that nobody - no one,
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“ May I ask for your name,
agent? Your real name? I -
I promise nobody is looking
or listening; you’re safe with
me in here. ”

The rain calms a tad, and it
becomes gentle patters on
the window. She has hopes.
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⠀
Her voice is luckily, for their
ears only. The rain helps with
that a bit, she puts on a small
grin in hopes to ease a new -
found tension in their space.

“ I always used to be rather
fascinated with identity, or -
rather those spy shows. It’s..
a wonder I’m here now. ”

She sighs.
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one suggested I was not so
personable with my team --
I am working to fix that, too.
It isn’t my strong suit. ”

She answers, her previously
nervous voice masked with
a certain confidence that is
only worn by Fran alone.

“ You are. . quite the curious
mystery. Intriguing, really. ”
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⠀
Franziska mulls over each of
her thoughts carefully. There
was a lot she wished to say -
a list starting from A-Z which
seemed to be made out of a
strange anxiety asking about
this brought to her -

“ Well, I know bits about . . .
who you were, at least. It’s a
bit of information I asked for,
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mei.★ we are not ignoring them on purpose