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Franziska winced as she heard the sounds of her father and Edgeworth arguing. They argued often, so often that she should have been used to it at this point. But she wasn’t, she wasn’t used to it. Franziska wondered why Edgeworth didn’t just surrender to her father like she had, why he continued to fight against him in what was undeniably a losing battle.
She heard the sounds of angry stomping, and then Edgeworth’s door slamming shut. Franziska tried to ignore any desire to go to Edgeworth, she knew better than to involve herself, knew better than to go against her father’s wishes.
Sometimes, Franziska wondered what evil looked like.
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Franziska wasn’t meant to see what had happened.
She was visiting Edgeworth, and she was on her way to his office. He was in front of the office, talking with someone. That someone was Damon Gant, Franziska knew. He had told her about that man. Franziska had heard the rumors about him, too. Rumors that she wasn’t sure were real or not.
“I can’t imprison her, Mr. Gant. She’s innocent.” Edgeworth said.
“What happened to the “Everyone is guilty” mindset, Worthy?” Damon asked, and his voice immediately sent shivers down Franziska’s spine. “It’s why you’re so good at this.”
“I…I think I change my mind. I don’t want to prosecute her.”
Damon laughed, his laugh so discordant, mocking and artificial. Despite his laugh, Franziska could sense the danger underneath that. “You don’t exactly have a choice, Worthy. Either she goes to jail, or…” He slowly smirked. “Let’s not talk about that.”
As Damon walked away, and Edgeworth was left to pick up the broken pieces of himself, Franziska realized something.
Evil people were real.
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Morgan stared at her, Franziska stared back.
“Why are you here, good ma’am?”
“You know why I’m here.”
“Hm, to ask about that stupid excuse of a Master?” Morgan asked, her voice growing stone cold.
Franziska did not respond to that. Instead, she said. “…Why did you plan to kill her?”
Morgan scoffed. “Oh please, don’t act like your hands are clean in this.”
“At least I’m willing to admit it.”
“I don’t know what you see in that girl.”
“Answer the question, fool.”
“So Pearl could be the Master, of course you dimwit. Can’t you think for yourself?”
“…Maya Fey is already the Master.” Was all Franziska said.
“So she is. Honestly, she doesn’t deserve to be the Master…” Morgan trailed off, her face contorting into a sinister smile. “She doesn’t deserve anything at all.”
And with the smile on Morgan’s face, Franziska realized that evil came in all forms.
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“Why.”
“Why what?” Dahlia asked innocently, her spirit being channeled by Pearl Fey.
“Do not feign innocence, fool. Why did you plan to kill Maya Fey?”
Dahlia eyed Franziska up and down. “And this concerns you…how?”
“I’m her girlfriend.”
“Ah. Figures why you’re so interested in this.”
Franziska balled her hands into fists. “Answer the question, fool.”
“You want an answer? Fine then, I’ll answer. It was convenient for her to die.” Dahlia began, running her fingers through her hair. “I wanted her dead because she was Mia Fey’s sister, and my mother wanted her dead so Pearl could become the Master. Her death would have been sweet…” She then glared at Franziska. “…Until someone ruined that.”
“Unluckily for you, Maya Fey is alive and well, and the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique. It seems that your plans have failed.”
“Hmph, shame. She doesn’t deserve to be the Master.” Dahlia’s mouth quirked up into a smirk. “She deserves to die, just like her stupid fucking sister.”
The same words that her mother had used, but instead with a sweet voice.
Evil could be sweet, evil could be deceitful.
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Maya Fey was worried about Phoenix Wright.
Ever since Phoenix’s disbarment, he had started spending time with someone. Kristoph Gavin was his name. Maya had heard rumors of Kristoph, rumors of his wrongdoings. Maya had met him, and she had told Franziska that she could feel the evil from him. Franziska, though skeptical, was still worried about Phoenix Wright’s safety, and she trusted Maya Fey with her life.
So, Franziska decided to confront him.
“I hardly see how it’s any of your business.” Phoenix said.
“Maya Fey tells me he is bad news.”
“He’s my friend, Franziska.”
Franziska scowled. “He is hardly a friend, Phoenix Wright. I’ve heard the rumors about him, of the lengths he’ll go for a not guilty verdict.”
“And you’re any different?” Phoenix snapped.
Franziska sighed. “I’m just worried about you, Phoenix Wright.”
“Don’t worry about me, Franziska. I know what I’m doing.” Phoenix said, smiling slightly.
And at just that moment, Kristoph entered the room, and Franziska realized that Maya was right. Franziska could sense the evil emanating out of him, oozing out of him like thick dark sludge. It was as though the evil inside him was trying to hide, but it seeped out of him uncontrollably.
“Who is this, Wright?” Kristoph asked.
Franziska scowled at Kristoph. “I was just leaving.”
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“How’d the talk go with Nick?” Maya asked as soon as Franziska got home.
“Not well, Phoenix Wright refuses to break off his friendship with Kristoph Gavin.” Franziska answered.
“Oh.” Maya said, frowning.
“Do not be worried, Maya Fey.” Franziska reassured. “Phoenix Wright can handle it.”
Maya’s brow furrowed. “I know…I’m just so worried.”
Seeing the way Maya cared about her friends deeply, the way Maya fought for her friends and loved ones so valiantly. Maya Fey truly was a wonderful person, and every second Franziska spent with her, she was reminded of one thing.
Despite all the evil in this world, there was still good in it.
And Franziska was ready to fight for that good.