look the game's beginning / these entangled feelings will no longer come apart, things began to move

[heavendivided]

Who: heavendivided, mentis_reae, killswithapen
When: D-Day, June 6th, Late night. Around 11PM.
Where: Random abandoned warehouse in the Industrial district, as usual.
Summary: The final boss battle. Big Boss has finally everything he needs, including Edgeworth and Light.
Warnings: Restraints, Violence, Blood, Explosions, Character death. Big Boss being a douchebag. Misery all

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[killswithapen]

There was a single thing about his person that Light had never used to his advantage - never used from his position as Kira - a single skill that had no applicable use, and never had. He could sleep well, and deeply, and his body clock was extremely punctual. Six hours a night was exactly how much sleep he needed, and it was exactly six hours after the dart had struck him that Light began to stir

[mentis_reae]

Edgeworth, on the other hand, slept always fitfully and with difficulty. He came out of sleep fitfully, in starts, becoming first conscious of his immobile hands, and then, in a panic, of a sudden inability to breathe. It was difficult in that moment to separate reality from memory, and for a moment he shuddered and struggled, trying to distinguish what was real and more than anything else trying to breathe -

A burst of adrenaline caused his head to rise up, away from those smelling salts, and he struck the back of his skull on the surface behind him. That blow was enough to stun him for a moment, enough that he lay still enough to take a moment, to remember who he was, when he was, and that of course he would not damn well be able to breathe through his mouth because there was something over it.

Calm down, Miles. Take stock of where you are.Where he was was in a warehouse. His hands were bound behind him, his legs tied at the ankles; his mouth was covered with some sort of tape. He was laying between a pile of crates and a wall.

[heavendivided]

"In the flesh. Did you expect someone else?"

Hope you're listening. This is all for you.

Not like he could go and check if Edgeworth was really awake now, but he didn't need to -- if that smelling salt couldn't wake him up, then not much else could. Jack himself tried his best to sound relaxed, and he managed, even though this was a rather delicate set up and just a single wrong word or move could ruin it. What was important now was to make Light feel safe, and that he could talk freely with Jack; Jack, who was still his ally.

He sauntered closer, in no hurry, and took a seat opposite Light. A warm expression on his face, not at all threatening, placing and folding his gloved hands on the table.

"Sorry for having kept you waiting. I was gone longer than I thought, it seems...this was the only way I could talk to you in private about how to proceed. Does your head hurt? It'll stop in an hour or so, don't worry."

Ha."Edgeworth told me everything. This is all B's doing. He used me to screw you over, so we need evidence that

[killswithapen]

"I...don't know. That man; your copy, Snake--"

But it was Jack. Maybe a little older, a little harder. The softness of his face was giving way to stress lines, eye a clearer, brighter blue than ever, hands still calloused from working machinery and crawling through forests or whatever the hell it was Jack did when he was fighting. Maybe there were a few strands of grey in his beard, but Jack was still undoubtedly Jack, just as that monster had been Jack too

[mentis_reae]

It was Jack's voice. It truly was Jack's voice. There was absolutely no question on the matter. Edgeworth closed his eyes and, for a moment, simply allowed conflicting emotions to wash over him - foremost, sheer fury that Jack had indeed been concealing himself in this way, as Edgeworth had so long suspected; secondarily relief that he was alive, and gratitude for the same, and a strange quiet joy at the same, and underlying that all a pathetic stab of resentment and envy, that in the end it was Jack and only Jack who had returned