Night 52: F21-F30 Hallway
[from here]
Lana marched up to the door to F28, raised a hand to knock, and stopped, her knuckles bare inches from connecting. Tonight would reveal what she'd thrown away a promising career, the career she'd always dreamed of, to hide. Never mind that she appeared to have it all -- she knew, and Gant knew, and before the night was over, Ema would as well.
She wasn't going to take it well. Ema, that was. Lana could weather it; she'd always been a quick learner, and while dissembling hadn't been natural, but she'd had an excellent teacher.
Then she thought about Ema finding out from Chief Gant, or worse -- her friend Kay, or much-admired Prosecutor Edgeworth, if the Institute saw fit to recapture him. She deserved, at a minimum, to hear it from Lana herself. On the witness stand, or on the blood-drenched tile of the Institute, it was all the same.
Her hand moved, almost of its own accord, and rapped twice.
Lana marched up to the door to F28, raised a hand to knock, and stopped, her knuckles bare inches from connecting. Tonight would reveal what she'd thrown away a promising career, the career she'd always dreamed of, to hide. Never mind that she appeared to have it all -- she knew, and Gant knew, and before the night was over, Ema would as well.
She wasn't going to take it well. Ema, that was. Lana could weather it; she'd always been a quick learner, and while dissembling hadn't been natural, but she'd had an excellent teacher.
Then she thought about Ema finding out from Chief Gant, or worse -- her friend Kay, or much-admired Prosecutor Edgeworth, if the Institute saw fit to recapture him. She deserved, at a minimum, to hear it from Lana herself. On the witness stand, or on the blood-drenched tile of the Institute, it was all the same.
Her hand moved, almost of its own accord, and rapped twice.