[Edgeworth doesn't reply but follows the water, soon emerging into Athena's view, his saber clutched in one hand and the other still glowing like a beacon. He stops when he sees the altar, and then slowly approaches it, eyes widening at the sight of the fresh blood and trinkets.
It's one thing to see it in a photo; it's another to see it for himself - the fresh blood, some items ringing distant bells in his memory...
His hand flickers and goes out, no longer alight.]
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It's one thing to see it in a photo; it's another to see it for himself - the fresh blood, some items ringing distant bells in his memory...
His hand flickers and goes out, no longer alight.]