( Manfred likewise recoils, opening and closing his fist as though he hadn't actually expected his swing to connect. For a moment, he just stares dumbfounded at his own hand. If only he had managed to replace his stun gun before now, he could defend himself, drag this man away in some bushes and get away from this place. He's not sure how far he could run, but he would go as far as he's able.
It's not real. Edgeworth isn't here. He keeps telling himself that even if his eyes are playing tricks on him because it's the only thing that's keeping him sane.
Then the pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place. Prosecutor Edgeworth. Men from nineteenth century Japan. People from other planets all together. Parallel universes. He takes a breath and closes his eyes so that the visions of Edgeworth won't distract him. )
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It's not real. Edgeworth isn't here. He keeps telling himself that even if his eyes are playing tricks on him because it's the only thing that's keeping him sane.
Then the pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place. Prosecutor Edgeworth. Men from nineteenth century Japan. People from other planets all together. Parallel universes. He takes a breath and closes his eyes so that the visions of Edgeworth won't distract him. )
You said your name is Phoenix Wright.
( The time for condescension is well past. )
What do you know about me?