What was with her luck? Two Ushiromiyas in one mental institute and Franziska had the joy of running into them both. One was foolish enough to forget her and then act like she would purposefully mislead him in any situation other than the courtroom and this one... Was surprisingly pleasant if somewhat confusing. Maybe Battler had simply gotten the poor end of the gene pool when it came to manners.
"Correct." Franziska's clipped tone indicated (at least to her) that the conversation was over and she flicked her light toward the stairs. Franziska wanted to see this supposed body before the Institute had a chance to dispose of it. If it was even there and she wasn't already too late. This place had a strange way about it when it came to certain things like time, disposing of bodies, and trapping blood relations here.
"It's unwise to dally. Follow me," she said as she took the last steps necessary to lead her to the stairwell.
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"Correct." Franziska's clipped tone indicated (at least to her) that the conversation was over and she flicked her light toward the stairs. Franziska wanted to see this supposed body before the Institute had a chance to dispose of it. If it was even there and she wasn't already too late. This place had a strange way about it when it came to certain things like time, disposing of bodies, and trapping blood relations here.
"It's unwise to dally. Follow me," she said as she took the last steps necessary to lead her to the stairwell.
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