No, you're right, I shouldn't be worried about the fact that we as a ship just slaughtered almost 50 people. That's completely silly, what was I thinking.
Sorry, I guess sarcasm doesn't translate well via text. I don't care what we do with the bodies, I care about the fact that they're there because of us.
[ then there's a delay, because yes, he's aware this is not remotely what edgeworth is texting him about. there's also the fact that he's hardly got a leg to stand on, really. ]
[It comes after a pause, because - and he hates himself for this - he feels ill with guilt. Ill with grief over what has happened. He feels like a failure, for not...scaring them away, or...]
[And he's by within ten minutes. He looks, charitably speaking, shitty. For once, he hasn't bothered with his suit and cravat, just coming by in the standard-issue uniform, and that makes him look a bit less stuffy; yet the pinched and weary expression on his face, the deep lines and shadows, ages him considerably.
Still, he knocks, and when Josh answers the door, he bows formally and wordlessly.]
[ josh doesn't look much better. but that's not exceptionally abnormal for him, actually, so it doesn't have the same dramatic impact. there's a pause while josh takes it in, feels a sliver of guilt at the knowledge that this conversation isn't going to improve whatever hell miles is going through. ]
Hi.
[ it's lacklustre, somewhat awkward, but he's not going to bow. he might as well say something in greeting. then he steps away from the door and ushers edgeworth in, and there's none of the usual easy chatter to fill the space in the meantime. ]
[He does straighten, and he does enter, and by his demeanor he at least wasn't expecting a return bow. He doesn't sit; instead, he remains standing, stiffly and awkwardly.
After a moment, he starts - but again, he can't arrive directly at the point.]
I did not say that you should not be worrying about the recent incident, for the record. I think it's something that needs to be discussed at large. [A slight pause - ] In response to your earlier text message.
[ josh doesn't sit either, just shuts the door before leaning back against the bureau, arms crossing tightly over his chest. it takes him a second to figure out what edgeworth's going on about, but he gets there before the unnecessary clarification. ]
Discussed at large.
[ it's a slightly critical echo, but that's not meant for edgeworth. it's not fair to lay it on him, especially not now. so josh stops himself from saying anything else on the topic, just meets edgeworth's gaze evenly and takes a second to focus on the issue at hand before attempting a more civil, sympathetic tone. ]
[He glances off to the side. At once he's grateful and resentful: grateful, because one of them needs the courage to broach the unpleasant topic at hand...but resentful, because on a certain level, he doesn't ever want to talk about it. Not really.
He can count the number of friends he has on one hand. Easily. With fingers to spare. Now the list will be getting shorter yet.]
No. I wanted some clarification about something you said. Earlier.
[ there's a slightly insane moment where he thinks he should just open with "i'm a werewolf", but decides it's probably better to ease into this. he looks away briefly, either stalling or getting up the nerve to go ahead with this properly. ]
I won't lie to you.
[ it's more a warning than an assurance, because lies would be better, easier to deal with. ]
But you have to promise me that whatever I say, it doesn't leave this room. This is my business. It doesn't have any impact on the ship or the people on it.
[ another way of saying past crimes don't count here, if edgeworth's listening for it. ]
[Which might or might not be a lie, depending upon that comes next. Crimes done at home won't be prosecuted here; no. But in Edgeworth's eyes, that doesn't mean they don't count; each person who might conceivably pose a threat to those around them have a special file in his office, where he notes down what he's overheard.
But Josh doesn't need to know that.
He's a man of his word - for the most part. Of what use is one's word, after all, when people might die for one's honor?]
[ he's not sure where to start with this. it really is either the werewolf part or the murder part, and they both suck, though at least the werewolf gives some kind of reasoning for what comes next.
but this was edgeworth's idea, and he's the one who wants clarification. it's strange how much this suddenly feels like a trial; on the other hand, edgeworth's a friend. he wouldn't hesitate to tell him his life story if it'd come about some other way, but doing so now seems like some kind of loss, like a very literal confession of guilt instead of a confession of trust between friends.
so he doesn't start at the beginning. he doesn't start at all, actually. it might be a mistake to give hard details and backpedal from there, because that means excuses instead of explaining how he got from point a to point b. but he'd rather only give what he has to, so- ]
What do you want to know?
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[He can't really meet Josh's eye. Instead, he stares off into the corner. He hopes that by doing that he looks tough, firm, uncompromising - not nervous, not uneasy, not awkward. But - God - those are the sorts of things he hopes while confronted with a criminal - ]
That's difficult to say. You weren't precisely forthcoming with the details; I'm not even wholly sure what it is I'm supposed to be asking.
[But, after a moment, he cuts to the brutal quick:]
[ josh probably feels more steady than edgeworth right now. because this is his life, accepting responsibility for the choices he's made and not shying away from them. it'd been easy to dodge it here, where nobody knew the first thing about him, but- ]
Yes.
[ he's not elaborating, but he's not flinching away from it. this is probably better in small doses, anyway. which means he pauses a second, lets that sink in, then preempts the next question. his voice is less sure on this one, more ashamed; weirdly incredulous, maybe. ]
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Indeed. It seems that injuries were kept to a minimum. Tyke was injured, but she shall recover, they say.
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Well that's good, I'm glad everyone's okay. Almost everyone, anyway. Now we just need to figure out what to do with a pile of pirate corpses.
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That's a public safety issue. It shouldn't be a "we" issue. You should not be worrying about it.
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You said "what to do with the corpses." The fact of their death is something distinct from what is to be done with the bodies themselves.
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But you wanted to talk.
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Yes. Are you free?
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[ which is a bit abrupt, but this isn't really a conversation for the kitchens. ]
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[text] oh edgey-poo
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Still, he knocks, and when Josh answers the door, he bows formally and wordlessly.]
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Hi.
[ it's lacklustre, somewhat awkward, but he's not going to bow. he might as well say something in greeting. then he steps away from the door and ushers edgeworth in, and there's none of the usual easy chatter to fill the space in the meantime. ]
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After a moment, he starts - but again, he can't arrive directly at the point.]
I did not say that you should not be worrying about the recent incident, for the record. I think it's something that needs to be discussed at large. [A slight pause - ] In response to your earlier text message.
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Discussed at large.
[ it's a slightly critical echo, but that's not meant for edgeworth. it's not fair to lay it on him, especially not now. so josh stops himself from saying anything else on the topic, just meets edgeworth's gaze evenly and takes a second to focus on the issue at hand before attempting a more civil, sympathetic tone. ]
You're not here to talk about the pirates.
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He can count the number of friends he has on one hand. Easily. With fingers to spare. Now the list will be getting shorter yet.]
No. I wanted some clarification about something you said. Earlier.
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I won't lie to you.
[ it's more a warning than an assurance, because lies would be better, easier to deal with. ]
But you have to promise me that whatever I say, it doesn't leave this room. This is my business. It doesn't have any impact on the ship or the people on it.
[ another way of saying past crimes don't count here, if edgeworth's listening for it. ]
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Very well.
[Which might or might not be a lie, depending upon that comes next. Crimes done at home won't be prosecuted here; no. But in Edgeworth's eyes, that doesn't mean they don't count; each person who might conceivably pose a threat to those around them have a special file in his office, where he notes down what he's overheard.
But Josh doesn't need to know that.
He's a man of his word - for the most part. Of what use is one's word, after all, when people might die for one's honor?]
wow screw u edgey
but this was edgeworth's idea, and he's the one who wants clarification. it's strange how much this suddenly feels like a trial; on the other hand, edgeworth's a friend. he wouldn't hesitate to tell him his life story if it'd come about some other way, but doing so now seems like some kind of loss, like a very literal confession of guilt instead of a confession of trust between friends.
so he doesn't start at the beginning. he doesn't start at all, actually. it might be a mistake to give hard details and backpedal from there, because that means excuses instead of explaining how he got from point a to point b. but he'd rather only give what he has to, so- ]
What do you want to know?
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That's difficult to say. You weren't precisely forthcoming with the details; I'm not even wholly sure what it is I'm supposed to be asking.
[But, after a moment, he cuts to the brutal quick:]
Have you ever killed someone?
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Yes.
[ he's not elaborating, but he's not flinching away from it. this is probably better in small doses, anyway. which means he pauses a second, lets that sink in, then preempts the next question. his voice is less sure on this one, more ashamed; weirdly incredulous, maybe. ]
Several.
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Josh he has seen you going to lilith fair he knows already
wow rude also congrats angry italics/meltdown
I measure my successes in the number of <s and >s you end up having to use, actually
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wow gj
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sorry edgeworth
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