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Beeeeeeeeeeeep.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service.
[ It's been awhile since this message reached Miles Edgeworth's ear. But while he was now very much aware that this was a frequent occurrence, he never expected to hear it from this gear.
... A sick feeling settling in his stomach - but you can't be gone you just went to go get that Pearl girl before you both went quiet you can't be gone - he tries again. ]
Beeeeeeeeeeeep.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service.
[ And the feeling is heavy as he closes his gear for just a moment. Lifting himself up from the chair he was sitting on, Miles begins to walk... outside of the hotel room, down the hall and out of the hotel, through the city.
He comes to a stop at the railing overlooking the ocean before, opening his gear again, he sends out a message to the network. ]
Phoenix Wright has gone home.
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It doesn't sound like it would be any friendly reunion.[text]
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... If you say so.[text]
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Perhaps you are right.
Did you know him well?
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I wouldn't consider the relationship between a prosecuting attorney and a defense lawyer to be a very close one.[text]
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You could be right.