//well i'm not made of steel

[croibhristeoir]

WHO: croibhristeoir and truthsnomiracle
WHAT: Discussing combat training. Also probably angst.
WHEN: December 28th, midday
WHERE: Diarmuid's hotel room, possibly elsewhere.
RATING: PG-13

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[truthsnomiracle]

[It initially struck Edgeworth as strange that he needed to reveal so little about his past to cause a warrior's heart to soften. As he mulled it over, however, he realized that it was something of a relief that it was so easy that he could do such a thing unintentionally. Maybe that really was what ultimately divided a warrior from a murderer, much as the Steel Samurai franchise implied as one of its primary themes.

Edgeworth was far less surprised to find that they were headed for the hotel. Once they arrived, he posed the obvious question:]

Is your room on the first floor, or need we head for the stairs?

[The lack of any mention of the elevator was, of course, no accident.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Like many knights of his time, Diarmuid was a caring and kindhearted individual. Unlike most, however, he was so almost to a fault. It could perhaps be argued that his kindness and patience had contributed in at least a small part to his downfall in life.]

It's on the sixth floor.

[He didn't seem to notice the aversion to the elevator; Diarmuid tended to forget about it himself.]

[truthsnomiracle]

Very well, then.

[With neither another word nor any outward sign that tears had fallen from his eyes less than an hour ago, Edgeworth began the trek -- one half the length of the one he was used to traversing every day back home.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Ah, awkward silences. At a loss for what to say or if he should even try, Diarmuid elected to remain silent.]