[His eyes widen a little. He wasn't expecting her story to start with...well, her history. Edgeworth listens quietly, hands now clasped and resting on his lap.
So, Integra had inherited her rank. At a young age. And already made an enemy. Edgeworth would make a comment about her being so young if he hadn't already encountered many children who had so much thrust upon them, and learned to fight and face death so early in their lives.]
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So, Integra had inherited her rank. At a young age. And already made an enemy. Edgeworth would make a comment about her being so young if he hadn't already encountered many children who had so much thrust upon them, and learned to fight and face death so early in their lives.]
He wanted you out of the picture, I presume?