Yet another intercom jingle sounded, and the nurses, anticipating the Head Doctor's orders, already began grouping around the patients as he began to speak
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Gone. Gone! Her little brother, that infuriating Miles Edgeworth who'd given her a case here and had kept that few steps ahead of her in this Institute, was gone. She couldn't believe it, but after grilling her own nurse and several others over the course of the last shift, she'd confirmed it. He had been released that morning and she hadn't even known. She hadn't noticed.
The second she was back in her room, Franziska slammed a fist against the wall, gritting her teeth. How could he leave? How could he abandon them all and go off to live that despicable lie? That bastard. That incorrigible--
She hadn't realized the tears were coming until one of them fell and hit the floor. Blast it all! Him and his stupid delusions and him abandoning her once again! It was all his fault! Franziska swiped at her eyes and stalked to her desk, pressing her palms against the top of it as she stared down at her meal. She had no appetite to speak of, but she needed to eat. Tonight she was going upstairs or to the main floor kitchen to find matches and then she would make her fingerprint powder.
Her victim may no longer be at the Institute, but she still had her case to complete. And she would complete it. She'd show him a perfect win, a perfect case, and throw it in his face the next time he showed up. She'd prove to him that she was stronger than him by staying longer than he had, and defeating this Institute, bringing it to its knees.
Slowly, Franziska sat in her chair and put her head in her hands. If she ran the list of things she had to do tonight over and over in her head, she was certain she could stop thinking about him being gone. And so she began a mantra to drive emotion of her head - Kibitoshin would come, then main floor kitchen, second floor kitchen, candles, dishes, box cutter, powder, matches, burn, scrape, mix, print. Over and over, the words repeated in her head until she believed nothing else existed.
The second she was back in her room, Franziska slammed a fist against the wall, gritting her teeth. How could he leave? How could he abandon them all and go off to live that despicable lie? That bastard. That incorrigible--
She hadn't realized the tears were coming until one of them fell and hit the floor. Blast it all! Him and his stupid delusions and him abandoning her once again! It was all his fault! Franziska swiped at her eyes and stalked to her desk, pressing her palms against the top of it as she stared down at her meal. She had no appetite to speak of, but she needed to eat. Tonight she was going upstairs or to the main floor kitchen to find matches and then she would make her fingerprint powder.
Her victim may no longer be at the Institute, but she still had her case to complete. And she would complete it. She'd show him a perfect win, a perfect case, and throw it in his face the next time he showed up. She'd prove to him that she was stronger than him by staying longer than he had, and defeating this Institute, bringing it to its knees.
Slowly, Franziska sat in her chair and put her head in her hands. If she ran the list of things she had to do tonight over and over in her head, she was certain she could stop thinking about him being gone. And so she began a mantra to drive emotion of her head - Kibitoshin would come, then main floor kitchen, second floor kitchen, candles, dishes, box cutter, powder, matches, burn, scrape, mix, print. Over and over, the words repeated in her head until she believed nothing else existed.
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