Dear Ms. von Karma,

Adrian stopped. That sounded so formal... too much so, she could only think. On the other hand, she wasn't sure if it was alright for her to just refer to her by first name. Franziska, of course, had written "Adrian Andrews," but she always spoke like that. Eventually, she shrugged and got another piece of paper, since she was writing with a pen. She started again.

Dear Franziska von Karma,

It was still a little strangely formal, but she didn't really know the woman well enough to feel comfortable addressing her informally.

Thank you for your letter.

Again, more formal than she thought was really necessary. She hadn't written a real letter in a while; most things were e-mail now.

How is your shoulder? I heard from Mr. Wright that you were shot... Well, he said you were alright, but that sounds quite serious no matter how I look at it.

Franziska seemed like someone stubborn enough that Adrian couldn't help but to think she would probably be fine no matter what happened. From what Phoenix had said, that seemed to indeed be the case, so she wasn't as worried as she might otherwise have been.

There's not much to do here but to think. I really can't complain, though; it's only natural, since I did commit a crime. Actually, I ended up being lucky, in a way. I don't know how closely you were following the trial, but I almost ended up being the one convicted of murder myself. Well, Mr. Wright explained that there were certain... extenuating circumstances, but I can't help but to wish he hadn't cut it so close.

I'm set to get out in a couple of months. When will you be coming back? You will, right? When you do, I would really like it if we could meet somewhere. Letters are nice, but talking in person is better. …Assuming you won't be too busy with all of your cases, I suppose.

Speaking of jobs, she realized, she was going to have to be finding a new one. She supposed she could technically go back to Global Studios and be somebody else's manager, but she decided she would rather make a fresh start.

At the moment, I'm actually doing quite well, though. That's not something you would expect to hear from somebody in prison, but it's true. This might sound terrible since it took the deaths of nearly everyone involved for me to say this, but I feel like I can finally move on from that incident. I don't know where I'll be going from here, but I think I'll be okay from now on. Still, I would really like to stay in contact with you.

She tried to think of anything more to say, but that was really all there was to it. It wasn't as though her life was currently very exciting, so there wasn't much for her to talk about at the moment. She decided to end the letter at that, finishing with,

Sincerely, Adrian Andrews

She read over it one more time. She wasn't sure why she felt nervous about it – it was just a letter, after all. Somehow, she felt like this letter was very important… or perhaps it was Franziska she considered so important, though this thought made her shake her head, deciding that was unlikely since she didn't know the prosecutor that well. Actually, from what she knew of her, she was somewhat surprised that Franziska had written her in the first place. She didn't seem like the type who kept in contact with her clients long after the case.

Unlike Phoenix, she couldn't help but to add. She didn't consider it a good thing, nor a bad thing, but perhaps an unusual thing. He had come to visit a couple of times since the case had ended, always with Maya and Pearl in tow. The first time, Maya had animatedly explained why Phoenix had been prolonging the trial, even when that meant temporarily pinning the blame on Adrian. She had smiled and said that it was fine, since everything had worked out, and that she was glad Maya was alright. Naturally, Maya exaggerated the story a bit, but she thought she could mostly tell the parts she was exaggerating on, and regardless, Adrian could only think that she was glad to not have had such an experience.

Edgeworth, on the other hand, she had not seen or spoke to since the trial. She once asked about him, and Maya said that he was "just like that," without explaining what she meant. Adrian supposed that was more typical, anyway.

She idly wondered if maybe she shouldn't ask about why Franziska had insisted she should plead the fifth, when it had actually seemed to cause much more trouble than if she had admitted her crime in the first place. She decided not to mention it for now, but perhaps someday in the future, when she would know she could ask a question like that without accidentally offending her. Then again, things had gone much differently than she would have imagined, Adrian supposed, since Franziska was supposed to be the one prosecuting the case, rather than Edgeworth.

Franziska's absence had nearly caused her to be guilty, and Matt to be acquitted. However, in the end, it had bought Phoenix more time to stall while they tried to rescue Maya (even if it wasn't the high-speed, movie-style chase Maya had depicted it as). Everything had managed to work out pretty well, all in all, considering the circumstances. She only wished everything could work out so nicely, with justice always prevailing.

Perhaps the world sometimes does care about genuinely nice people… she mused. It hadn't seemed to for Celeste, but Phoenix, who was trying his best to find the truth (regardless of whether that meant losing the case) while still saving Maya, truly believed a miracle had occurred. She couldn't argue with that, either.

She wasn't sure whether she was a 'genuinely nice' person. She would have liked to consider herself one, but after seeking revenge like she did, she didn't think she could honestly say she was. However, she had already decided she would make it up. She didn't know how quite yet, but she would find some way, and she would change. In the meantime, she felt like her motive for seeking revenge was justifiable, so for now, she could accept things. It may have seemed odd to other people, but it worked for her. Unlike Franziska, she didn't expect herself to be perfect.

She decided that the letter was fine. She had already written the address, given to her by Franziska, on the envelope. With that, she got it mailed.