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I hate my new work. There is no satisfaction in it. There is no challenge. It is nothing but busy work. There is no work to take home with me after hours. I am higher qualified than this... this is a waste of my ability.
All my life, I have studied law. From the time I was six years old, my reading skills were such that I could comprehend legal texts. I passed the bar exam at the age of thirteen, and from that point, did nothing but practice prosecution. I spent most of my time working, even my time off hours. I have tried over a thousand cases, and I have lost less than five. I have always been a prosecutor; it has always been my purpose and my passion. It has never felt like work, for it is something I enjoy.
First this place took me from my home, and now it tells me to throw away my entire life. Worst of all, I cannot comprehend why the fools have changed our occupations.
They have taken highly qualified lawyers, an occupation requiring an incredible deal of training, and moved them into occupations most any fool could do, and in our place, have assigned individuals without the basic training, let alone our experience, in our place. This place wounds me and insults me.
Two years ago, I threw away my whip. I intended to never prosecute again. I was going to choose to throw away my entire life. I didn't know what I would do instead. However, I couldn't do it. I couldn't make my entire life until then a wasted effort. I had the choice to stop prosecuting, and it wasn't an acceptable one. Now that decision has been forced upon me, and my entire life is suddenly discounted. I am expected to let go of my entire life, let it stay in the past. Let it die.
I would never follow my foolish brother and say such foolishness as "Franziska von Karma chooses death." No...
This place has chosen death for me.
All my life, I have studied law. From the time I was six years old, my reading skills were such that I could comprehend legal texts. I passed the bar exam at the age of thirteen, and from that point, did nothing but practice prosecution. I spent most of my time working, even my time off hours. I have tried over a thousand cases, and I have lost less than five. I have always been a prosecutor; it has always been my purpose and my passion. It has never felt like work, for it is something I enjoy.
First this place took me from my home, and now it tells me to throw away my entire life. Worst of all, I cannot comprehend why the fools have changed our occupations.
They have taken highly qualified lawyers, an occupation requiring an incredible deal of training, and moved them into occupations most any fool could do, and in our place, have assigned individuals without the basic training, let alone our experience, in our place. This place wounds me and insults me.
Two years ago, I threw away my whip. I intended to never prosecute again. I was going to choose to throw away my entire life. I didn't know what I would do instead. However, I couldn't do it. I couldn't make my entire life until then a wasted effort. I had the choice to stop prosecuting, and it wasn't an acceptable one. Now that decision has been forced upon me, and my entire life is suddenly discounted. I am expected to let go of my entire life, let it stay in the past. Let it die.
I would never follow my foolish brother and say such foolishness as "Franziska von Karma chooses death." No...
This place has chosen death for me.