[Straight to the point, very blunt. It was worthy of a man of Edgeworth's stature. Javert approved in silence, his gaze cast out the window whilst the seconds of his wall-mounted clock ticked by.
It felt entirely different from Valjean's atrocious turn at mayorship. Valjean, that damnable man that won't leave his thoughts be. His arrival had more of an effect on Javert than he cared to admit.]
Adachi is... well-suited to pen pushing, M. Edgeworth. [Tried as he might to mask traces of his solidly southern French accent, the name always came out sounding more like ezh-WUURT than 'Edgeworth.'] He has spoken of good talent in tea-fetching in his previous life.
[A pause. He owed it to his superior to return bluntness with bluntness. He lifted his eyes to meet Edgeworth's.]
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It felt entirely different from Valjean's atrocious turn at mayorship. Valjean, that damnable man that won't leave his thoughts be. His arrival had more of an effect on Javert than he cared to admit.]
Adachi is... well-suited to pen pushing, M. Edgeworth. [Tried as he might to mask traces of his solidly southern French accent, the name always came out sounding more like ezh-WUURT than 'Edgeworth.'] He has spoken of good talent in tea-fetching in his previous life.
[A pause. He owed it to his superior to return bluntness with bluntness. He lifted his eyes to meet Edgeworth's.]
I do.