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I’m meant to be looking after,
if that’s okay with you- ”
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⠀
“ Guards? No no, you don’t
have to do that - they are uh
aware that I’m here. Don’t —
don’t worry about it. ”

Fulbright wears a smile, big
and bright. It wasn’t a lie, in
all honesty - he wanted to
check in on Simon. Worry in
bloom through his chest.

“ I like to get to know those
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⠀
He wipes at watery eyes, a
half-ditched effort to make
himself a believable case-!
Well, he was overly emotive
and that wasn’t ever gonna
change, he’s sensitive!

“ It’s still important to check
in on you, yeah!? That’s right!
In justice we trust! ”
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🎭

Bobby sniffles, and despite
the noise, he looks at him.
His care! What about that -
what made him seem like a
lost puppy - was it his face?

“ Prosecutor Blackquill, I -
I wanted to make sure that
everything was in order for
you. You’re still my personal
responsibility, y’know? ”
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⠀
and entering his bedroom.
It was dark, and frankly it’s
kinda still nice than his own
apartment! Bigger too. Huh.

“ Mr. Edgeworth. I’m here
now, oh- oh no, hey- ”

Gumshoe kneels on the floor,
looking at Miles, he was tall
enough to do it without any
awkwardness.

“ Ya wanna talk? ”
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⠀
Gumshoe heads into the
space, it’s kinda uncomfy
to enter when Edgeworth
isn’t — well, he said you
could, detective! He tries
to close the door slowly,
in a careful effort not to
make too much noise.

“ Okay, I’m coming in. ”

He says into his phone a
moment before tucking it
into his pocket
⠀

⠀
“ Ohhhhh, yeah! I get that.
Sometimes there’s evidence
that’s really heavy — messes
with my back real bad, pal- ”

Too bad he can’t afford the
insurance to help with it.

“ You guys got some kind of
health insurance? ”
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⠀
He hisses quietly. He’s hiding
something, but murder isn’t -
it isn’t it. He isn’t a murderer.

“ Mr. Prosecutor. I think you
gotta use that logic you like
so much. ‘Cause something
ain’t adding up. ”

He states calmly.
⠀

⠀
own went missing recently. I
only found it the other day -
when sis died. I - don’t even
understand what happened
either. One minute I’m getting
out of the elevator, the next-

. . . I’m being arrested with
my missing gun occupying
the space in my hands. And-
Franziska is dead. ”

Lang. .
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⠀
It only gives him more cause
to see her, more “excuses” or
what have you. More motive.
Would it make Miles feel any
better for Lang to give a false
confession? Lang doubts it.

“ I didn’t even. .The gun that
was registered to my name -
that I am legally allowed to
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