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[prosecutory]

Good day. This is Miles Edgeworth.

I cannot accommodate you at the moment, but please leave a message and I will respond as soon as possible. 

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[corona]

[ People here are the worst. What's wrong with them that they're all so used to being treated horribly and going through creepy, traumatic experiences like each is a literal ocean wave?

Oh yeah, she's one of them.

Still.

Her shoulders curl in slightly, making her smaller in an already somewhat plush chair. ]

When did you first arrive? Six months is the longest anyone's been here right? I... I can't imagine losing so many people in such a short amount of time.

[prosecutory]

[He had picked up his cup to drink again, and when he's done, he gazes at Rapunzel from over the rim of his cup. There is a certain weathered depth in his gray eyes, his mouth a solemn line. It's clear that Edgeworth has been through a lot, far more than Rapunzel thinks.]

I arrived in September. I've been here for eight months.

[His tone is almost apologetic. As if he wants to say sorry, six months is nothing, he's been away from his home for eight months - no, much more than that, if he added the time he spent in yet another world.]