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“You know– on the day I spoke to Zak Gramarye with the hopes to represent him he said something to me. He said ’today I am praying my daughter won’t grow up without her father’.”
“….” Athena’s fingers hovered over the screen. “He said that, huh? But in the end she still did, didn’t she?”
“She did,” he said. His fingers were laced very, very tightly together. He smiled, brightly, almost like an angel, but now the anger was pinging higher, and higher. “And do you know what he said to Phoenix Wright in that fateful conversation, Miss Athena Cykes? He told him that he had always intended to disappear. That abandoning his daughter had always been the plan. And that he would do the same that night, without a word.”
Kristoph’s smiling lips had gone pale, and the mood matrix was pinging one of the highest outputs of anger that she’d seen it register. He put his hands on his knees.
“I consider it a personal moral failing of a dear friend that Mr. Phoenix Wright was going to just let him walk out of that room.”
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WIP snippet | fic: The Howling of the Wolves
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