prosecutes: Your argument is invalid. (Nyoro~n?)
He's always been kind of a stick in the mud. Studying all the time, trying to 'be like father.'... )

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[That same young Miles can be seen yawning, stretching his arms, and rubbing his bleary eyes to force himself awake. Once his small hands are removed from his face, he looks around and immediately understands that something is amiss -- he is not in his room, not in his bed, and from the looks of it, not even in his house!]

Father, where are you? I didn't oversleep, did I?

[There is, of course, no response.]

...Father?
prosecutes: (Cold)
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him... )

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[Edgeworth hesitantly opens his eyes. He knows what day it is. But if he doesn't say anything, then maybe for those few, precious moments he can pretend that everything he saw was just a nightmare. That, and nothing more.]
prosecutes: (Emo)
The first letter. Public. )

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*Wakes up with that very same expression on his face, sans the tears.*

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