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[mansuetus]

[ Lucrezia is in one of the lounges! Sprawled on one of the sofas, fingers busy turning a pendent of gold in the shape of a sea-horse. There are no poems today, no joyful greetings, something is different. She looks more pensive than anything else but there is a shade of concern there as well as quiet annoyance.

When she speaks, her voice is devoid of any of it. Her eyes still focused on the sea-horse. ]

A riddle, Tranquility.

How to mourn for someone who does not deserve it?

If your duty demands it and you have no desire to - do all men need to be mourned for? Is it a a more grievous sin not to mourn than it is to speak false words of grievance?

[ a beat. ]

Perhaps I must fast again.

[ a moment later she puts down her necklace, smiles. ]

I would have a cup of wine with your answer, if any of you have some to spare. You will join me in the lounge.

[ and it is not a question. ]

Comments

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

[That was...easy. He expected some doubt, some uncertainty - Well; good.]

Sign some documents I'll prepare. I'll have to sit with you and ask you a few questions, as I'm not altogether familiar with the details of the law under which you were married, but it should be simple enough. The procedure of a few weeks and no more.

[voice]

[mansuetus]

I would do it. If it'll end my marriage to this man and I will no longer have to carry his name, I would do it.

[ a beat. ]

And I would thank you for your help.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

[Edgeworth, though, shakes his head.]

No thanks are necessary. I'd be glad to see you formally parted from this - unsavory individual. With all formal documents to prove you are not beholden to him in the least.

[voice]

[mansuetus]

My brother would have given you his gratitude as well, Miles Edgeworth. Cesare was never fond of Giovanni Sforza.

[ the part of how he murdered him and cut out his heart with a dinner knife she keeps to himself. ]

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

[That's a mention which does trigger certain memories from histories he'd read...But it's of no consequence; he dismisses that at once.]

With good reason, it seems to me. I truly am sorry that you had to suffer by his hand, madam.

[voice]

[mansuetus]

It is alright. It is the past and he is gone now. I do not spare him many thoughts.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

[He's...not about to call her out on the fact that she was just tormented over whether or not she should be mourning.]

I'm glad. May he be forgotten forever.

[voice]

[mansuetus]

[ for her own soul's chance of ending in paradise, not truly for his own, Miles. ]

Soon, I imagine.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

[He hesitates - but no; he's not about to chatter about what he remembers of history. Instead:]

Let me know when you wish to meet, ma'am.