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As long as he could remember, no matter how hard he tried, he was always pushed around. He tried to be strong, but it was never enough. He would be hit down, he said something, and he got beat.
As long as he could remember, who always looked up to the Prosecutor he watched in court. He followed his every move, astonished at how someone could think so quickly on their feet, yet have empathy. He wasn't like the others. He didn't believe in just wrong and right, yet he always showed compassion for others, including those who never truly deserved it.
As long as he could remember, his father's death had hit him harder than he had ever expected. Watching him being shot in a enclosed elevator, with no way out, was horrifying. It had felt like the walls were closing in on him. He was an orphan. He was alone.
As long as he could remember, being taken in by the Von Karma's was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Good people existed, they showed him that. Mrs. Von Karma took care of him and Franziska, treated them with respect, and the respect was mutual. He had a mother, for the first time in his life. He had a father who cared for him as if he was his own.
As long as he could remember, the death of Mrs. Von Karma was the worst thing he had ever experienced, and truly he has never gotten over it. He had everything, then it was ripped away as she drew her final breath and fell into the deep tides of darkness, the ever going shades of colorless waves drowning her until there was no noise left to be heard. Franziska took it the worst, only wearing black gowns to any occasion, constantly looking as if she was ready to fall to her knees and sob heartbroken songs, melodies he knew all too well.
As long as he could remember, law school came easy. He knew everything there was, and he was the young apprentice of the best Prosecutor there was. He was untouchable, and he finally felt like he had a purpose. At just 20, he had become a Prosecutor, swearing his life to justice and promising his mentor he would erase the court room of the black ink and white paint, and replace it with true justice and meaning.
As long as Miles Edgeworth could remember, stepping into that courtroom that day was the biggest mistake he ever could have made, because his entire life turned upside down, when he was met with a all too familiar face.