[And Edgeworth is totally oblivious to the effect he's having on her right now because this memory thing is a lot more important.
He relaxes a little while he's still holding her in his arms. So, she saw a memory of his father. Not Manfred von Karma, the man who would never be a father to him. But there's a tinge of sadness in Edgeworth's eyes, and in his voice.
Gregory DID have kind eyes. It's a pity his son's eyes are a lot less kind.]
[Unlike...just about everyone else in their world who knew Edgeworth, Iris only had the experience of watching him Defend her in court. She knew he was a Prosecutor. She knew that those had not only been extenuating circumstances that saw him on her side, but that he'd had to deceive multiple people in order to make it happen. A one time deal. For her sake, but also for Phoenix's.]
[As such, rather than seem surprised at his father's choice of profession...she smiled softly.]
[Edgeworth had gotten that so many times back home. But now it gives him...a great sense of pride to be compared to his father. He can't help but smile softly, looking a touch sheepish in the process.]
Er...thank you. I don't know what he'd say if he found out about how I defended you, however.
I'm sure he would have been as proud as I was grateful. After all, you...
[She trailed off as she looked up at him. Really looked. Because it was then she realized that, within her line of vision aimed at his face, she could also see his shoulders. Bare shoulders. And a quick glimpse down showed--]
[The tiniest squeak of embarrassment followed as her head darted away so he wouldn't see the way she turned into a bright tomato.]
You were posing as Dahlia. [At least he's just stating the facts. He doesn't sound like he's judging her.] Wright, of course, didn't know the truth yet, and this was before he was accused of murder, I believe.
[She wasn't about to argue that. He'd more than accepted her; he'd accepted her back into his life. And heart. More than she could ever have hoped for.]
It's just...still hard. Especially when it feels like this place enjoys having my past come back to haunt me.
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Preceisely why she will feel embarassed, At least she's currently wearing her highly modest acolyte robes?]He looked...
['like you', she wanted to say, but instead tried to focus on the details of her memory.]
He was...tall. I think. With grey hair. Glasses. A...trench coat, I think. And his eyes...he had such kind eyes.
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And Edgeworth is totally oblivious to the effect he's having on her right now because this memory thing is a lot more important.He relaxes a little while he's still holding her in his arms. So, she saw a memory of his father. Not Manfred von Karma, the man who would never be a father to him. But there's a tinge of sadness in Edgeworth's eyes, and in his voice.
Gregory DID have kind eyes. It's a pity his son's eyes are a lot less kind.]
I...I see. Were we...at the courthouse?
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[But why would Edgeworth and his father be in that same room? What was it they'd been talking about...? Something about...winning?]
He mentioned a...client. About believing he was innocent.
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[Edgeworth may as well say it. Besides, she might have also learned that from the memory itself.]
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[Unlike...just about everyone else in their world who knew Edgeworth, Iris only had the experience of watching him Defend her in court. She knew he was a Prosecutor. She knew that those had not only been extenuating circumstances that saw him on her side, but that he'd had to deceive multiple people in order to make it happen. A one time deal. For her sake, but also for Phoenix's.]
[As such, rather than seem surprised at his father's choice of profession...she smiled softly.]
I see where you get it from.
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[Edgeworth had gotten that so many times back home. But now it gives him...a great sense of pride to be compared to his father. He can't help but smile softly, looking a touch sheepish in the process.]
Er...thank you. I don't know what he'd say if he found out about how I defended you, however.
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[She trailed off as she looked up at him. Really looked. Because it was then she realized that, within her line of vision aimed at his face, she could also see his shoulders. Bare shoulders. And a quick glimpse down showed--]
[The tiniest squeak of embarrassment followed as her head darted away so he wouldn't see the way she turned into a bright tomato.]
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[He finishes her sentence dryly as he finally lets go of her. It looks like she can stand again.]
But the truth, at least, was brought to light. And so was your innocence.
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You saved my life.
No other defense attorney would have believed me. But...you did. Enough to risk so much on my behalf.
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[Yet again, Edgeworth doesn't notice Iris averting her eyes for most of this conversation. He does bend down to pick up his towel though.]
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[It was her turn to wonder what he saw. So distracted by his memory, it had yet to dawn on her to ask.]
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[And distracted by his body y/n]
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[And besides...not all of those memories from that time were bad. In fact, some of them...]
Might I ask...what...exactly you saw?
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It feels so wrong to say, considering everything, but...that was truly one of the happiest times of my life.
I only wish...I had been honest with him. That I'd told him before Dahlia decided to act on her own.
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[Still stating the facts, but Edgeworth is well aware that Phoenix has more than accepted Iris.]
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[She wasn't about to argue that. He'd more than accepted her; he'd accepted her back into his life. And heart. More than she could ever have hoped for.]
It's just...still hard. Especially when it feels like this place enjoys having my past come back to haunt me.
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It's difficult, but we can only move forward...no matter what happens next in Cerealia.
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[There was no way of knowing for certain, of course, but one could speculate.]
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