[She enters the library, hair in a loose ponytail, tied with a torn ribbon. Dark circles mar the creamy-tan skin under her eyes; it looks as if she hasn't slept in a few days. Having a bit of trouble walking steadily, she approaches Moa and kneels down to pet her hair.]
Hello, little bird.
[Her voice is soft and quiet. She knew what was going to happen to Edgeworth before it happened, but listening to it get played out on her communicator was too much. Though she won't admit it, it's screwing with her head.]
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Date: 2008-08-13 01:50 am (UTC)Hello, little bird.
[Her voice is soft and quiet. She knew what was going to happen to Edgeworth before it happened, but listening to it get played out on her communicator was too much. Though she won't admit it, it's screwing with her head.]