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Thursday, January 3rd, 2008 11:15 pmThey say writing is therapeutic. I wouldn’t know, since I’ve never seriously taken to writing my thoughts down before, but if what they say is true, I might need to remedy that. I’ve had a lot on my plate lately and it seems like everything is suddenly bearing down on me at the same time.
There’s a trial coming up that’s going to be unlike anything I’ve ever dealt with before. Everything about it has been unorthodox from the beginning. I mean, what do I know about magic? How can I even trust the evidence hasn’t been tampered with or conjured up altogether? We’re to put our trust in complete strangers who might have a predisposed bias one way or another, and not only that, but we’re working entirely outside of our jurisdiction. Whose rules are we following? Are there going to be any rules?
Edgeworth seems to be taking the whole thing in stride, but I suppose that’s not surprising; even if he were on the verge of a nervous breakdown, it’s not like he would tell anybody. I guess it’s… comforting, in a way. Especially since he seems keen on the idea of working together. It’ll make my job infinitely easier, that’s for sure.
…Possibly simultaneously more difficult, as well.
Speaking of difficult. Larry’s shown up and he’s… being Larry, of course, which isn’t usually a problem, but…
How could he not remember her..?
…Why am I beating around the bush in my own journal?
I must like to torture myself. I went back and read it, the post she made when she first showed up and the comments I missed after I left. And what she said… I don’t understand. Why would she tell him… and bring up the letters… What does she hope to accomplish? Hasn’t she done enough? Why do I still…
I honestly wonder why he hasn’t said anything. I can only hope that he didn’t believe her, but based on his reaction- I don’t know. I never wanted him to know. Even if I don’t say anything at this point, he… After what she said, he must have thought about it. Come to think of it, he was acting strange when I got back…
Damn it.
I should… I have to talk to him. …I have to talk to her, too. There are too many questions, too many lingering doubts. I don’t think I can put it to rest until I see her again. Face to face.
((OOC: BTW - if anyone's curious, Phoenix is referencing this thread.))
There’s a trial coming up that’s going to be unlike anything I’ve ever dealt with before. Everything about it has been unorthodox from the beginning. I mean, what do I know about magic? How can I even trust the evidence hasn’t been tampered with or conjured up altogether? We’re to put our trust in complete strangers who might have a predisposed bias one way or another, and not only that, but we’re working entirely outside of our jurisdiction. Whose rules are we following? Are there going to be any rules?
Edgeworth seems to be taking the whole thing in stride, but I suppose that’s not surprising; even if he were on the verge of a nervous breakdown, it’s not like he would tell anybody. I guess it’s… comforting, in a way. Especially since he seems keen on the idea of working together. It’ll make my job infinitely easier, that’s for sure.
…Possibly simultaneously more difficult, as well.
Speaking of difficult. Larry’s shown up and he’s… being Larry, of course, which isn’t usually a problem, but…
How could he not remember her..?
…Why am I beating around the bush in my own journal?
I must like to torture myself. I went back and read it, the post she made when she first showed up and the comments I missed after I left. And what she said… I don’t understand. Why would she tell him… and bring up the letters… What does she hope to accomplish? Hasn’t she done enough? Why do I still…
I honestly wonder why he hasn’t said anything. I can only hope that he didn’t believe her, but based on his reaction- I don’t know. I never wanted him to know. Even if I don’t say anything at this point, he… After what she said, he must have thought about it. Come to think of it, he was acting strange when I got back…
Damn it.
I should… I have to talk to him. …I have to talk to her, too. There are too many questions, too many lingering doubts. I don’t think I can put it to rest until I see her again. Face to face.
((OOC: BTW - if anyone's curious, Phoenix is referencing this thread.))
