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You. Go to bed.

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I'm busy.

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Miles.

You remember that time I fell in the river?

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( A week before arriving in the City and a year since that time. How could I forget? )

Get to the point, Wright.

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I owe you one.

I promise I can handle your work. If I need help, I'll consult Godot or Nein.

Now stay in bed or you'll get worse.

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Wright, I wasn't looking after you. And I'm fine enough to move on my own and work. I've taken the appropriate medication and I feel alright.

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( It's not like it matters. Klavier never knew what I did, and whatever care I gave Phoenix when he fell into Eagle River needn't be brought up. I'm fine on my own. )

I'll go to bed if I feel tired. But I've told the Agency employees to contact you if any in-person meetings are required.

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You seem to be operating under the mistaken impression that you have a choice in the matter!

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You are going to bed, resting, and not doing any more work until you're totally well, or so help me, I'll use force.

And with the state you're in, I'll win.

Now stop being a baby and go to bed.

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!!!

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( Really, Wright. Really?! Are you forgetting I broke down a door with you!? Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I won't fight back! )

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[ This is the sound of Miles heading out toward the front door! ]

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[ Are you freaking serious, Miles? Phoenix follows and grabs him by the collar. Despite obvious annoyance, he speaks calmly. ]

I'm going to say this once and only once.
You're very sick. I'm very worried. If you go outside, you'll get sicker, and you'll infect more people. I can't tolerate either of those results, so I'm going to make you stay inside and get well if it kills you.

Now don't make me drag you inside like a bad puppy.

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[ Curses under his breath when he's grabbed, glaring at Phoenix and then, clamps a hand over his wrist. He's irritable because of his illness and yes, he's quite obviously stressed out-- which is probably making this a lot more harsher than he intends to be. ]

Don't talk like my living or dying will have any impact on your life, Phoenix Wright. I can damn well take care of myself, just like I was doing before all of this.

[ And that might just be a jab at how their lives are to go in the future. ]

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[ He doesn't let go. His doesn't rise to Edgeworth's tone, instead keeping his voice calm and even. Quiet, actually. Fond. ]

Before we met again? You weren't doing such a crackerjack job.

And if you're talking about our lives here in the City, then you're just plain wrong.

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[ And that's pissing him off-- his own voice calm, but he's certainly not in the mood to be patronized right now. ]

Don't you dare tell me how I should have been running my life back then. Don't you dare.

[ Gritting his teeth, he tugs himself away from Phoenix, staggering back, moving a hand to his chest and trying to ease his breathing but his blood pressure is probably hitting critical mass right now. ]

And don't you damn dare treat me like a child. The only reason I'm in your life right now is because of this accursed City and I'm not going to delude myself into thinking that anything I've hoped for you will ever see the light of day. Just let me be.