I am quite certain I was not caught. I would never forget the name or face of one who would manage to capture me, but I have no recollection of such details.
I await the results of the investigations that ones such as Prosecutor Edgeworth are sure to carry out, but as of now it seems a peculiar waste of time.
Mr. Knightley's return from the dead has me concerned for the state of our profession. It would be very troublesome if any of my targets were to revive.
[ For some reason, Knightley can't shake the feeling he's seen this man before. That sound of a bell seems familiar, too, and it vaguely reminds him of a cold winter day.
—Sorry! What was I thinking? I should introduce you. Horace, meet Sirhan Dogen, who I was telling you about before. Dogen, this is Horace, my friend that I've been playing correspondence chess with.
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You can drop it now.
[Anubis drops a chisel into his waiting hand]
Good boy.
[he wipes it off on the couch before pulling a piece of wood out of a pocket and starting to whittle at it]
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Sirhan Dogen, I am surprised to see you again so soon after our last encounter.
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...But I admit, I am at a loss for explanation.
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Although I must agree it is peculiar.
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Perhaps I, too, should retire. But that must wait until I appoint a successor to the de Killer line.
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...Maybe he's just imagining things. ]
Hey, you.
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