Journal [Entry 077] Audio Memory... The Truth is Out There

[extantlaw]

[Static; a quiet buzzing that blends into the sound of voices - excited yet hushed - none of them quite audible enough to make out words. Heels on a marble floor; the creak of a door; the faint sound of a distant hubbub and the rattle of a hundred camera shutters before everything is muted again.

Then there's a voice that's louder than the rest -

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[wayofflowers]

An elegant speech, Edgeworth-san.

[extantlaw]

Thank you. But I don't believe I intended it as such.

If it is even real.

[wayofflowers]

An eloquent statement, then. And... you do not think what has been broadcast are true memories?

[extantlaw]

I have no way of proving whether the memories that we are given are true or false. Or whether those who leave are returned to their lives.

[A long pause, but really he's somewhat tired of trying to be positive, despite how much Truth had impressed on him that he should.]

Many people are content to believe it. I am not so easily satisfied.

[wayofflowers]

[There's a small pause, and then she sighs softly]

A pessimistic point of view - but nonetheless, a valid one. It's to easy to get lulled into a false sense of security, here.