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Ms. Delacroix held her wrist behind her back, poised and elegant. "My clients actions are damning," she said casually, "Only if you remove the context of his decisions. It is too easy to become sterile, poisonously detached from the nuances surrounding fact and motivation. The defense moves that to disregard this context is to condemn someone absentmindedly, to usher a soul into damnation without checking for the black mark of evil upon it. If, in reviewing this information with whole, sound minds, the judge and jury do still condemn my client, there will still be victory. What is this victory?" she raised her hands in supplication, "The knowledge that our system of law, order, and justice, does not blindly destroy, when careful acknowledgement could preserve." She bowed her head curtly to the judge, then swiveled, sashaying back to her seat by Crux. "The defense pleads Not Guilty," she echoed once more, then took her seat.
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@Matrim's Dice
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Primrose smirked. "I do believe it is the judge who usually asks that question, and only after both parties have given their opening remarks. You wouldn't be so presumptuous as to assume yourself the judge and sole voice of truth in this court, now would you, Mr. Edgeworth?" She snaked a delicate leg forward, then stepped toward the judge. "My client pleads not guilty, Your Honor. With your permission, may I give my opening statement?" She pointedly looked to the judge, and not to her opponent. @Negative_Null
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Primrose stood lightly, draped in mint green, a soft knee length dress, cream heels, and smooth, elegant legs. She tossed a perfect curl over her shoulder, stepping between Cruz and the prosecution, smirking lightly with crystalline lavender lipstick. "Ready, your honor."
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Vespyr stuck his head in from outside. "I... upset the child."
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He was quiet, confused. She didn't want to hear him speak. He'd done something to hurt her. He must have. So, he stood and quietly went to stand in the rain. He could charge up by absorbing the vibration of the falling droplets, anyways. It would feel good to be alone again.
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"I apologize. Did I say something wrong?"
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Vespyr sat in complete confusion. What a strange child. Were all children this... sensitive?
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Vespyr shrugged. "That's just stupid. Plenty of people deserve and earn death. Plenty of people deserve to have long, painful existences. People can be monsters deserving of the greatest pains due to the cruelty that they cause others. Plenty of people deserve death. The only problem is that no one likes to be the person who issues these judgements."
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“Do you call every soldier a murderer? Do you call them all killers? What up your friend, Crux? Is he a horrible human being?” Vespyr shook his head. “Killing is excusable and expected far too often to say that it is horrible and evil. It’s only ever murder when humans decide they don’t like it in specific situations.”
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He shrugged, as if the concept may or may not be debatable, but he wasn't in the mood to discuss it. "If you say so."
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"Lloyd... the boy I launched through multiple tree trunks for a solid quarter of a mile? He'll be fine. Cadenza forgave you. And there is a difference betweeen "Dead" and "almost dead," girl." He shrugged, as if he didn't see her inhibitions. "People are destined to die. It is not a terrible sin to send them to that fate slightly early."
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He ruffled her hair and mussed it. "Inconvenient... does not always mean a problem. All people are inconvenient to deal with. That does not mean they are not worthy of being dealt with."
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He actually chuckled at that. "Yes. Yes you are."
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"Yes. I have become a problem for you, these past few weeks, I am afraid."
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"It means... the trouble. The extra effort. The way that I hold you back or drag you down. It can apply to a variety of situations. It can be inconvenient to mentally deal with someone else's problems. It can be physically inconvenient to need to carry someone places. It means... an annoyance, or a hindrance."
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((I'll meet you in the courtroom.))
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He didn't protest. "I apologize for the inconvenience," he said, bowing his head.
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He shrugged. "I am not going to fall over. I am just... unstable."
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He nodded. It had been a long shot. "Hurry." He guided her back toward the farmhouse, but... despite his words, he was still slow. Still shaky and weak, despite the nectar that burned in his veins.
