Prompt: Justice
Character(s): Franziska von Karma
Originally Written: 1.19.2009

Franziska von Karma looks back now and realizes that she was painfully blind to the real workings of the world.

Then again, no one could blame her in full. She was raised to place justice at the bottom of the slush pile when it came to being a prosecutor. The von Karmas always won, and that was the only thing they cared about.

She supposes her superficial purposes had started to falter after the Matt Engarde case, but the clincher had been Hazakurain. The intricate web that had been woven from a single act alone was absolutely incredible, but more there was more than that—the emotions laced within. This was not simply about a verdict; it was about deliverance from a case that had been in the making for years.

That case changed her life, but she must occasionally look at what happened before that.


"You've soiled the von Karma name and dragged it through the mud. Run away with your tail between your legs like the ill-bred dog you are!"

That's what she had said to Miles Edgeworth after he returned from his supposed 'death.' In her frame of mind, what else was she supposed to say to him that didn't make her look like a fool?

He had a talent of turning things around to make everything turn out in his favor, and he exercised that talent not only on her, but with Phoenix Wright. That trial had been so full of opportunities to throw that vile man in prison, where he belonged, but Edgeworth and Wright's mutual trust persevered to the bitter end, when the defense attorney had to make a choice.

And she knew what it would have been if she had not been there in time.

She had gravely underestimated the power of the human conscience and its raw sense of justice.