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Some thoughts about Sebastian Debeste:
Sebastian can play the piano. It’s one of the few things his father couldn’t dissuade him from; it was the one thing that was always just for him. He hoarded sheet music like a guilty pleasure, and played whenever the house was empty.
Sebastian has always had a habit of conducting while talking. It doesn’t matter what’s in his hand - a pencil, a straw, a twig - anything nearby is at risk of being picked up swung around a bit. When Justine gets to know him better, she gives him a genuine conductor’s baton as a gift. He carries it everywhere; it’s the best gift he’s received in a long time.
He wondered about the grades. Nothing seemed to click the way it did for his classmates, and he passed anyway. He didn’t feel like he really understood what the teachers were talking about, and he passed anyway. A steady thread of anxiety hummed under everything he did, hand in hand with the worry in the back of his mind that if he questioned too much, his constructed happiness would fall apart.
He doesn’t go back to school. He takes correspondence courses and shadows Miles Edgeworth in court. He relearns everything he thought he knew; he takes the bar exam again, and when he walks out of the test, there’s a feeling of real accomplishment that’s unfamiliar and exhilarating. He doesn’t learn the way most people do - his needs are different, something about himself that he never had the chance to know before and would have buried in shame if he did.
(He ignores that little hint of sadness Miles and Justine have behind their eyes when he explains the way he understands things now. They think he deserved better, and he did, but it’s too late for that. He has better now.)
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