AUDIENCE FOR: Harrowhark

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[outsidebones]

Stop that.

[she's staring at them, frowning.]

You didn't talk that way in your memory.

[guestservices]

Yes, well...memories are fleeting. [they do seem a little more cautious now.] That was some time ago. I've grown up.

[outsidebones]

[she's still staring, like she's trying to work through something in her head. she seems worried for a moment, but.]

...No. I know I am insane, and perhaps I would search for something familiar to comfort me and convince myself of it.

But the wording was too specific. The progress reports and debriefings. That's what he would say to me. Why are you pretending to be Miles Edgeworth?

[guestservices]

[they will stare back.]

Miss Nonagesimus...I can only do my job and I am asking you to please ignore what you just saw and follow my lead as before.

[internally, they are screaming "PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP, ACTUALLY."]

[outsidebones]

[she continues to stare for a moment longer. she doesn't miss the implication but she is furious because she feels confused, like a comforting rug has been yanked out from under her. finally, though, she'll break eye contact.]

...I am such a fool. [...] I don't see that we have anything else to discuss.

[guestservices]

...it's not foolish on your part. But as you'd like.

[they will not stop her from leaving? that is a lot to process.]

...I simply ask that you do not disclose this to anyone else.

[go forth, harrowhark.]

[outsidebones]

Yes, very well. I will do as you say.