...Yes, they're mine. [Edgeworth is still whispering even though it's more than clear that no one else is around to hear. He reaches out to take the bag gingerly, slowly, from Makoto. It isn't greedy, needy, abrupt grabbing; not only is it unbecoming, it would give Edgeworth away even more. The prosecutor balances the bag, hefting it in such a way that nothing will spill out of the gash created in the side.]
And while my possessions ended up by your bed, I found your CYbuddy at my doorstep. [He inclines his head toward Haku.] Strange. [Indeed, he remembers the jungle and going down the waterfall with this young man, but since when were people's belongings swapped up like this?]
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And while my possessions ended up by your bed, I found your CYbuddy at my doorstep. [He inclines his head toward Haku.] Strange. [Indeed, he remembers the jungle and going down the waterfall with this young man, but since when were people's belongings swapped up like this?]