[ Get a load of this guy, Jimmy's smile says, splitting the difference between incredulous and appreciative. The visor garners a bit of scrutiny, but any questions are brushed aside in favor of: ]
Hey, hey. Excuse me. [ He spreads his hands, raises his eyebrows. Minor correction. ] Co-legends.
[ After a second his good humor falters—the smile crumples, his gaze strays past the screen. It hits him then and there: what should have been. He'd assumed Kim was tapped for Enma because it was the lawyer faction. There was no denying that was where she belonged.
Nope. One in four odds, and yet.
The recovery's fast, if not seamless. His enthusiasm's dimmed, though his curiosity's real enough. ] All the prosecutors I know are sad bastards. [ They are when they're interacting with you, Jimmy. ] So what gives?
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Hey, hey. Excuse me. [ He spreads his hands, raises his eyebrows. Minor correction. ] Co-legends.
[ After a second his good humor falters—the smile crumples, his gaze strays past the screen. It hits him then and there: what should have been. He'd assumed Kim was tapped for Enma because it was the lawyer faction. There was no denying that was where she belonged.
Nope. One in four odds, and yet.
The recovery's fast, if not seamless. His enthusiasm's dimmed, though his curiosity's real enough. ] All the prosecutors I know are sad bastards. [ They are when they're interacting with you, Jimmy. ] So what gives?