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"If you're looking for Phoenix Wright, you've called the Wright number! Leave a message after the beep, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"

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[That was a quick no...]

Um... You think so? [He taps at his chin uncertainly.] I'm just thinking. If these masks are being used to sort us in some way, shouldn't there be some significance to the differences between them?

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They could be arbitrary attachments.

[Not even...Leon believes that one...

But on the other hand, he has a major issue with thinking that a bloody mask could reflect Stahn in any way.

A Conundrum to be sure.]

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Well... That does sound possible? CERES does seem to be really arbitrary, after all.

But how can we know for sure if we don't look more into this? If we investigate possible connections between the masks, maybe we can figure something out! [Unless... there's something he doesn't want me to know? About the blood on his mask...]

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[Phoenix isn't entirely wrong, at least, even though it's not his own issues he's worried about.]

... Investigate as you please. It has nothing to do with me, however, so don't expect my assistance in this.

[Of course it has something to do with you, Leon, you have a mask too.]

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I see. [He frowns uncertainly. There's definitely something suspicious about this young man. He wonders if he should use his Magatama, or perhaps just leave him be for now and investigate on his own.]

That's unfortunate, but of course I will still investigate. And I will do everything that I can to find the truth behind these masks, even if it is not a pleasant one.

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[The psychelocks would be off the charts.

But for now, he just frowns in response, though it's less in irritation at Phoenix and more in what's really just...general irritation.]

"The truth". That is a noble sentiment.

[It doesn't sound like he really believes it, though.]

If dubiously altruistic.

[Leon, you're 16, chill out.]

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[Phoenix pauses, but he maintains his cool.]

Yes. I'm well aware of how ugly the truth can turn out to be.

But should not mean that it should not be pursued, to the very end.

[He would be more thrown off by the combination of the boy's apparent age and his demeanor, except he's used to everyone acting unlike expectations for their age in some way.]

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[Phoenix, from the land of tiny prosecutors.]

That...may well be true.

[That's...fair. It's astoundingly fair, and it takes him off-guard a little.]

... But words like that mean nothing unless you also manage results.

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Well... Yeah, that's right. Of course, there's nothing I can do about that right now. But I will be sure to keep you updated.

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...See to it that you do.

[A pause, and he looks distastefully at the blood mask, before finally:]

My name is Leon Magnus.

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[His eyes linger with morbid curiosity on that bloody mask until his attention is diverted by Leon introducing himself.]

And I'm Phoenix Wright. [he presents his badge.] A defense attorney. It's... it's been a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Leon. [Well not exactly a pleasure, but he's trying to be polite.

Why does every Leon I meet have to be troublesome in some way?]

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[The fuck is a defense attorney...also what are manners, he sure doesn't know. He just huffs faintly at that.]

Hmph.

[Oh...awkward......]

Is there anything else you have to say?

[Leon, you're the one who started this whole mess by throwing masks around.]

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Not exactly... [He frowns and shakes his head.]

Unless you have any other information to share, then... [A shrug.] We may be done here?

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... Then we are done here.

[Because Leon is a punk brat who fails at most social interaction. He turns on his heel to go, stalking off without any pause.

And his mask attaches itself to his hand despite his aggravated huff.

Bye, Phoenix!]

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Um... Bye? [He awkwardly grabs his own mask and just... shuffles on off.]