advance & retreat
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❝ ---- It's a case of Mens Rea, we have to determine whether the defendant knowingly or purposely disposed of evidence.
Understand ? ❞
As soon as the argument slips from her mouth, she backtracks, automatically assuming that she'll have to explain the difference.
❝ You know, the difference between whether a client knew something was going to happen or if they wanted it to happen. ❞
It's not in her nature to be so harsh, nor is it like her to assume stupidity based on the sharpness of a boy's jaw, but it's 4am. They've been arguing Crim. for eight hours and there's not enough coffee in the world to fill the awkward silence with girlish laughter. It doesn't help that she feels she's doing all the work, while he stares into space as if the dust collecting around the halo of light is tiny, undiscovered planets.
❝ Jackson. ❞
Extending her hand in front of his face and waving it until her skin is a kinetic blur, she sighs loudly and meets his gaze with a dangerous glare.
❝ Look, maybe this isn't important to you - I don't know, maybe you have connections. Maybe you'll reach the moon, without really trying, but I need to pass this class, so can you please FOCUS. ❞
She backtracks. Again. Frustration coloring her cheeks a vibrant red.
❝ ---- None of this makes sense. The dates don't match witness testimony. The paragraph at the end of the page jumps straight to another testimony. The witness is blanked out, so we have no way of connecting the person to the missing pages. In short, we're screwed. ❞
An uneasiness swells her chest, and it feels as if her heart has lost all sense of gravity and is instead, hanging itself by non-existent heartstrings. One wrong move and it'll drop. & she's not sure she can remember what it's like to be calm. To not see the worst in everyone.
When she speaks again, she makes a deliberate attempt to be sweeter. Softer. All doll-cheeks and fluttering lashes ( because boys respond to that ) :
❝ ---- Will you please work with me on this ? ❞
