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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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[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.]