#dl6victim

(Woah even more...but remember what daddy said! I need to keep the promise!)

[And with her brightest smile the small one happily greeted the visitors.]

Hello, nice to meet you everyone! My name is Kay Faraday!

You stole my father from me and sought to warp me into a twisted antithesis of everything my father stood for. You fostered bitterness within me and taught me the perversion of justice. You taught me that law was there to be manipulated and used, not to be followed. I was but a pawn in your scheme of complete and perfect revenge against a man who dared to stand against you. 

I suppose it must sting, the bitterness of defeat in knowing that not just one, but two defense attorneys have bested you. Your perfect crime was not so perfect after all, thanks to the actions of one nine year old boy. Had it not been for that accidental gunshot, you might have gotten away with it.

Don’t fool yourself, von Karma. It’s plainly evident that you never actually held any concern for me or my loss - you derided me for grieving - I still have yet to properly do so. You broke my spirit and forced me away from all that my father taught me. You allowed me to think for fifteen years that I had committed patricide; all along, you knew, you scolded me for every night I woke up screaming in a cold sweat, forcing me to hide it away. Repressing everything that you disagreed with that did not fall into your views of perfection.

I was nothing to you but an instrument of revenge, a facade in order to make you look the perfect Samaritan to the world. Yes, how perfect it would have seemed, taking in the son of your most hated rival. How poetic and picturesque. Everything you have ever done in your life is for your own benefit.

Don’t flatter yourself. 

I have my own path now, and it is far from that which you taught me. 

I am grateful that at the end, I was granted clarity. 

Father.

(Familiar faces everywhere. TWO Franziskas...)

High Prosecutor's office, Miles Edge--