[And when Iris brushes against the cat, two things happen. One, Edgeworth feels the familiar wave of vertigo and sways on the spot.
Two, Iris will see this memory from a nine-year-old boy's point of view. This boy is standing next to a man in a suit just outside the courtroom, and this man is proudly wearing a defense attorney's badge.
"I know you'll win, Father," the boy proclaims proudly as the man squeezes his little hand.
"I'll do my best, Miles," the man replies. "I believe our client isn't guilty, and I will prove it." He ruffles the hair of little Miles and places a hand on his back, ushering him into the courtroom.]
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Two, Iris will see this memory from a nine-year-old boy's point of view. This boy is standing next to a man in a suit just outside the courtroom, and this man is proudly wearing a defense attorney's badge.
"I know you'll win, Father," the boy proclaims proudly as the man squeezes his little hand.
"I'll do my best, Miles," the man replies. "I believe our client isn't guilty, and I will prove it." He ruffles the hair of little Miles and places a hand on his back, ushering him into the courtroom.]