Tears In The Teahouse
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What: Edgeworth's first DL-6 day since being made to realize that dear old Dad lied.
When: December 28th, daylight hours
Where: A teahouse
Warnings: Discussion of a murder, betrayal, and major Ace Attorney spoilers.
Format: Your choice of prose or action.
Miles Edgeworth knew better than most that the truth could be an ugly, painful thing. He also knew, however, that truth was the single most important virtue and goal of humanity in the world.
Which made today sting all the more.
December 28th was, to most, just a day for enjoying Christmas presents, preparing for New Year's parties, and neglecting the trappings of the previous holiday. For Edgeworth, however, it was the day when several traumatic hours trapped in an elevator ended with a single bullet through his father's heart that ended the defense attorney's life, the day that haunted his nightmares for fifteen years straight, and then the day it was all brought back to the surface as his own mentor was revealed to not only be the murderer, but to have raised him specifically to see him crushed.
Now, he couldn't even take comfort in the idea that his father was blameless for all that had happened in the wake of his own murder. The supernatural was real, the Kurain technique was the only explanation for the case at Hazakura, his own Shadow had literally manifested to argue that his father was a liar and that he himself would sooner disbelieve the supernatural than this truth, and just to make sure that he couldn't return to denial of the supernatural, fate ensured that Edgeworth now had a power of his own. Even if it had turned out that his father had meant well and that he was rescued from the backstabbing of his own mentor, his past was still the product of hypocrisy and lies -- more so than he ever realized before.
As such, as ribbons came loose in the snowflake-speckled wind outside the teahouse, the prosecutor swirled a half-finished mug of black tea with cream in a corner booth and attempted to hide his glum face from passersby. His usual suit was obscured by a black trenchcoat, but the storm-grey curtain hair and cowlick, to say nothing of his cravat, might well give him away...
What: Edgeworth's first DL-6 day since being made to realize that dear old Dad lied.
When: December 28th, daylight hours
Where: A teahouse
Warnings: Discussion of a murder, betrayal, and major Ace Attorney spoilers.
Format: Your choice of prose or action.
Miles Edgeworth knew better than most that the truth could be an ugly, painful thing. He also knew, however, that truth was the single most important virtue and goal of humanity in the world.
Which made today sting all the more.
December 28th was, to most, just a day for enjoying Christmas presents, preparing for New Year's parties, and neglecting the trappings of the previous holiday. For Edgeworth, however, it was the day when several traumatic hours trapped in an elevator ended with a single bullet through his father's heart that ended the defense attorney's life, the day that haunted his nightmares for fifteen years straight, and then the day it was all brought back to the surface as his own mentor was revealed to not only be the murderer, but to have raised him specifically to see him crushed.
Now, he couldn't even take comfort in the idea that his father was blameless for all that had happened in the wake of his own murder. The supernatural was real, the Kurain technique was the only explanation for the case at Hazakura, his own Shadow had literally manifested to argue that his father was a liar and that he himself would sooner disbelieve the supernatural than this truth, and just to make sure that he couldn't return to denial of the supernatural, fate ensured that Edgeworth now had a power of his own. Even if it had turned out that his father had meant well and that he was rescued from the backstabbing of his own mentor, his past was still the product of hypocrisy and lies -- more so than he ever realized before.
As such, as ribbons came loose in the snowflake-speckled wind outside the teahouse, the prosecutor swirled a half-finished mug of black tea with cream in a corner booth and attempted to hide his glum face from passersby. His usual suit was obscured by a black trenchcoat, but the storm-grey curtain hair and cowlick, to say nothing of his cravat, might well give him away...