Life inside the music box ain't easy
Who: Edgeworth and Yuffie
When: Sept. 23rd, afternoon.
Where: Edgeworth's apartment.
Summary: So Yuffie's got a guilty conscience. What of it? Even Great Ninjas need to talk things out sometimes.
Warnings: Language, talk of violence...Edgeworth's offended sensibilities.
Of all the people she could think of who were in Siren's Port, her recently returned Edelweiss friends included, the one who had the strongest sense of justice was Edgeworth. Which probably made him the stupidest person to talk to, he didn't always see the more gray areas of a situation, and as much as she liked the guy, she knew that he was a little iffy about the stepping over the lines of justice thing. Most of the time they saw eye to e-
...Okay, so most of the time they didn't, except for on the basest concepts. Don't mess with innocents, the companies were wrong, lot'sa people here were turned around backwards, stuff had to change and people had to do something about it...that offing somebody for no good reason, just cause you wanted to was a bad thing. A really really bad thing.
So since going to talk to him about reasons for murder, which was under those ideas listed as a bad thing in big, bold letters...probably wasn't the smartest thing she'd ever done.
But out of all the people who were in Siren's Port, she could trust him to tell her if what she'd done was as bad as she feared.
It was all a big mess in her head, she couldn't remember a lot of things. But she could remember feelings.
And she couldn't remember hating someone that much in a long long time.
So that was why she showed up on his door, soon as she figured he would be home, assuming his schedule hadn't changed. It probably hadn't. She knocked, staring awkwardly at the door as if it would bite her. She preferred using the window, but she didn't feel quite up to it yet. It had taken a lot of hell to get to sleep, let alone knock all of the weariness and aches she'd accumulated over the time in St. Edelweiss out of her system, she had a bad feeling it would be a while before she felt up to everything again.
That didn't stop her from trying.
It just made her finally tell herself to use the sidewalk after she'd nearly fallen off the second roof the night before.
When: Sept. 23rd, afternoon.
Where: Edgeworth's apartment.
Summary: So Yuffie's got a guilty conscience. What of it? Even Great Ninjas need to talk things out sometimes.
Warnings: Language, talk of violence...Edgeworth's offended sensibilities.
Of all the people she could think of who were in Siren's Port, her recently returned Edelweiss friends included, the one who had the strongest sense of justice was Edgeworth. Which probably made him the stupidest person to talk to, he didn't always see the more gray areas of a situation, and as much as she liked the guy, she knew that he was a little iffy about the stepping over the lines of justice thing. Most of the time they saw eye to e-
...Okay, so most of the time they didn't, except for on the basest concepts. Don't mess with innocents, the companies were wrong, lot'sa people here were turned around backwards, stuff had to change and people had to do something about it...that offing somebody for no good reason, just cause you wanted to was a bad thing. A really really bad thing.
So since going to talk to him about reasons for murder, which was under those ideas listed as a bad thing in big, bold letters...probably wasn't the smartest thing she'd ever done.
But out of all the people who were in Siren's Port, she could trust him to tell her if what she'd done was as bad as she feared.
It was all a big mess in her head, she couldn't remember a lot of things. But she could remember feelings.
And she couldn't remember hating someone that much in a long long time.
So that was why she showed up on his door, soon as she figured he would be home, assuming his schedule hadn't changed. It probably hadn't. She knocked, staring awkwardly at the door as if it would bite her. She preferred using the window, but she didn't feel quite up to it yet. It had taken a lot of hell to get to sleep, let alone knock all of the weariness and aches she'd accumulated over the time in St. Edelweiss out of her system, she had a bad feeling it would be a while before she felt up to everything again.
That didn't stop her from trying.
It just made her finally tell herself to use the sidewalk after she'd nearly fallen off the second roof the night before.