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[It's early into the night, an hour or two after the sirens have gone off at most. She's out of breath and there's an underlying hint of pain in her voice as she steadies her tone.]

Mr. Edgeworth was killed tonight. His killer, Grimmjow, is still at large and is somewhere out here in the Darkness.

[It should be obvious, but she says it anyway.

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[heavenly_earth]

That's... highly unfortunate. Thank you for the notice.

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I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell everyone.

[heavenly_earth]

Understandable. If it's even caught by the news, the earliest reporting wouldn't be until morning. Best to be cautious.

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I'm hoping that those involved with news reports, like Rochelle, will be able to report it sooner.

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[quackery]

No...

voice;

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[She doesn't want Ahiru to see her hurt.]

I'm sorry, Ahiru. I'll see that he's brought to justice.

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[quackery]

What happened?

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Grimmjow killed him. I don't...know any details.

[REACTION]

[barebacking]

[Hm.

It is something that Yaha had planned to do one day. Now it would be to watch how others will cry for Edgeworth to the same level as Oror. Perhaps, greater. He continues to hum -- he had told the man that he was far too innocent and kind and pure to be allowed in the world. That he required a bit of darkness to quiet the light or someone would come to quiet it themselves.

Either way, he is glad that it is not him who had to ruin it, in the end. His own hands just a little too filthy to be the one to take that light from the city.

Now to see how the Gods are in this world.]

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[lawyerific]

[Phoenix was just settling down to, as mundane as it seems now, a cup of hot malted milk and a good book, but the milk turns sour on his tongue and he drops the scalding hot cup into his lap. A few years of stunning courtcases where his clients would say something that made them look horribly guilty on the stand, and even that couldn't prepare him for such a shock. And she sounds so...so steady. Her voice is steady, and it doesn't even seem reasonable that anyone could say those words without falling over them, without...without something.

It falls that it cannot be true, because it's too horrible. It's wrong. Not Edgeworth. No, not anyone else, but not him. So careful, so outspoken, so talented. A dear friend. It occurs to him that he's clicked on the speaker without thinking, and absently clicks it off again in horror as he realises he doesn't know what to say.]

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[lawyerific]

[A few moments later the speaker clicks back on, punctuated by another few seconds of silence before a harsh intake of breath breaks it, and he tries to speak - to deny it - because that seems like the only sensible thing to do. Maybe denying it will make it go away...not that it has in the past, but the body's natural reaction is self-defense and denial is the first natural stage in that.

The fact that his hot milk has burned him is a distant dream. He bangs his hands hard down on the coffee table in front of him, glaring at a stain in the wood as though it had personally offended him.]

It... You were mistaken. It can't... He can't be dead. This is Edgeworth we're talking about.

[It sounded desperate even to him.]

[Not Edgeworth. It can't take him. He can't be dead.]

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I wasn't mistaken. I saw him with my own eyes.

[I felt for his pulse and there was nothing. I know what I saw, and I wish-]

I know who it was. I'm sorry, Phoenix...but it was him.

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[lawyerific]

Don't--

[He jumbles through responses in his head. There's no way. I won't hear it. I need to see him. I can't believe this. No way. Not Edgeworth. No. No. No. Stop it. I'm not listening. Lalala. Instead he bites down on all of them, dragging his fingers back through his hair in a long buried anxious sweep.]

It can't be.

[But it's smaller now, less certain. Any minute now his in-built lawyer control should set in, the control that helps him face danger in the courtroom, that helps him keep his calm when everyone else is losing their heads, but it's not coming; the dread and certainty just creep in more certainly, claustrophobic. Edgeworth is dead. His friend...his friend is dead. Killed by this place. Killed by Grimmjow. His hands ball into tight fists, trembling, and there isn't a further word for a few minutes.]

You're going after him? Now?

[madeinoblivion]

What!?

Edgeworth!? No way- But...

But...

really?

I'm sure not staying inside! What'd he get killed for?

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Yes, you will. He's a dangerous criminal and you'd be a fool to endanger yourself with him out there. He's like a wild animal; he won't care who he's come across.

[He'll be coming for her.]

Do what he would have wanted and stay inside.

[madeinoblivion]

I'm not afraid. I can fight- [He's got his DJ Hero still in the packaging right here in his coat pocket too.....baww.] what happened?

Look, I never did what he wanted.

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I don't care. The least you can do is respect his wishes and do so anyway.