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[4th wall]
[ The feed sputters on to one Miles Edgeworth giving the network the most confused face. ]
I woke up this morning and went outside for a walk... did the hotel in Olivine always have this wriggling piece of plywood outside its doors?
[ He pans the camera around to show a ragged-looking mascot dancing pitifully, on and on. ]

I woke up this morning and went outside for a walk... did the hotel in Olivine always have this wriggling piece of plywood outside its doors?
[ He pans the camera around to show a ragged-looking mascot dancing pitifully, on and on. ]
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How recently?
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Are you nearly finished grieving, then?
[He asks like someone who has never had someone close to him die... and the nerve to ask someone who has.]
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How did your father die?
[He seems to take it as a go-ahead to ask more in-depth questions.]
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Closes it, then takes a short pause. ] It's not that I don't want to see that happen. I won't allow it to happen.
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