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The bottomless cup trembled as it was placed as gently as it could be on the wooden, beer-stained table. A man of his calibre wouldn't usually be at such a place, but tonight Miles Edgeworth felt freedom enough to drown his sorrows – although wine didn't seem to do that so much anymore. 21 years old, but a failure in the eyes of the man who had brought him up so unlovingly. Manfred von Karma had spent the last 37 years perfectly prosecuting perfectly guilty defendants, and yet Miles had failed to convict even his first. Regardless of how many he had sentenced since then, and how many he would continue to sentence, his past would never be forgotten by those who cared. He couldn't even defeat a rookie lawyer, a rookie female lawyer. What did he deserve to bear the von karma name on his shoulders? His own sister was a prosecutor now, at the mere age of 13, surpassing the 21 year old so effortlessly. Franziska von Karma was perfection personified.
Miles Edgeworth wasn't perfect.