"Umm..." It takes her a second to reply again; everything she just said before had kind of just... Tumbled out of her mouth, almost unbidden? Maybe she hadn't quite realized how much the whole experience had really messed with her head. It's like the second she realized she had the chance to tell someone not even remotely related to the case, all her angst about it just vented off in a rush. She's not used to being so open about her problems. It's embarrassing.
"...No, not exactly," she says finally, brow equally furrowed. "To be honest with you, the whole case was way beyond complicated. And with my memories being all scrambled while it was happening, I still don't think I quite understand the full picture of it." Mr. Edgeworth was the one who was always in charge of keeping track of all the case details and such. Kay just did her best to keep up.
She sighs, subconsciously moving to rub the back of her head; months later the wound there has mostly healed, but she can still feel a tender spot where she'd cracked it against the evidence room floor. "It's kind of embarrassing, actually. I got drugged by whoever it was that kidnapped me. And when I woke up..."
When she woke up, there'd been a dead body on the ground in front of her, but she doesn't really relish letting her cool elf dad know that she got spooked by a corpse.
"...When I woke up, I was still really disoriented, and I lost my footing and fell down this sort of... Trap door, to the floor below? I guess I hit my head pretty hard in the process. So the amnesia was my own fault, really... It was just a really convenient coincidence for the slimeball who wanted to frame me."
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"...No, not exactly," she says finally, brow equally furrowed. "To be honest with you, the whole case was way beyond complicated. And with my memories being all scrambled while it was happening, I still don't think I quite understand the full picture of it." Mr. Edgeworth was the one who was always in charge of keeping track of all the case details and such. Kay just did her best to keep up.
She sighs, subconsciously moving to rub the back of her head; months later the wound there has mostly healed, but she can still feel a tender spot where she'd cracked it against the evidence room floor. "It's kind of embarrassing, actually. I got drugged by whoever it was that kidnapped me. And when I woke up..."
When she woke up, there'd been a dead body on the ground in front of her, but she doesn't really relish letting her cool elf dad know that she got spooked by a corpse.
"...When I woke up, I was still really disoriented, and I lost my footing and fell down this sort of... Trap door, to the floor below? I guess I hit my head pretty hard in the process. So the amnesia was my own fault, really... It was just a really convenient coincidence for the slimeball who wanted to frame me."