Sometimes I cannot take this place, sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Day: 37
Characters: Subaru Sumeragi [notafuckingcar] and Miles Edgeworth [mentis_reae]
Summary: Edgeworth interrogates Subaru.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day, after Fuuma leads Subaru to the chapel
Status: closed, incomplete
Miles Edgeworth.
Subaru was well familiar with the man. He was close to Reeve, and was a valued person in Edelweiss, among nearly all its inhabitants. The Kamui had taken an interest in him, even, and that was enough to make Subaru more than a little concerned. Who was he, anyway, this man? How much did he know?
What did he want?
After Fuuma left him in the chapel, Subaru was swallowed in silence, and could hear every one of his breaths. His heart had began to pound, as unwelcome images of Momiji's last moments tore through his mind. His eyes burned, and he settled down on one of the benches, the thoughts coalescing and spinning, forming a sick kaleidosope of colour and sound in his mind. Could he do this? Could he continue to hide the truth, when everything inside of him was begging to release it? He deserved to be caught, deserved to be condemned for what he'd done. He had to be stopped.
Would Edgeworth be the one to stop him? Somehow, he was unwilling to hope.
Regardless, he waited for the other to arrive, the film of cold detachment settling over him again, smothering his fear and doubt. Fuuma had not provided him with comfort. Seishirou was dead. He was guilty of a crime that could never be forgiven.
He was alone.
Characters: Subaru Sumeragi [notafuckingcar] and Miles Edgeworth [mentis_reae]
Summary: Edgeworth interrogates Subaru.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day, after Fuuma leads Subaru to the chapel
Status: closed, incomplete
Miles Edgeworth.
Subaru was well familiar with the man. He was close to Reeve, and was a valued person in Edelweiss, among nearly all its inhabitants. The Kamui had taken an interest in him, even, and that was enough to make Subaru more than a little concerned. Who was he, anyway, this man? How much did he know?
What did he want?
After Fuuma left him in the chapel, Subaru was swallowed in silence, and could hear every one of his breaths. His heart had began to pound, as unwelcome images of Momiji's last moments tore through his mind. His eyes burned, and he settled down on one of the benches, the thoughts coalescing and spinning, forming a sick kaleidosope of colour and sound in his mind. Could he do this? Could he continue to hide the truth, when everything inside of him was begging to release it? He deserved to be caught, deserved to be condemned for what he'd done. He had to be stopped.
Would Edgeworth be the one to stop him? Somehow, he was unwilling to hope.
Regardless, he waited for the other to arrive, the film of cold detachment settling over him again, smothering his fear and doubt. Fuuma had not provided him with comfort. Seishirou was dead. He was guilty of a crime that could never be forgiven.
He was alone.