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THE ONE IN WHICH THERE IS A CABIN IN THE MOUNTAINS
Eagle Mountain.
Ever since the way his debut trial had ended, there was something in the air that constantly compelled him to return to the area. It wasn't just the bitter chill, which was nonetheless refreshing. It was the lure of a mystery, an unsolved case, an itch at the back of his mind that he could not scratch.
The truth of the matter is, Miles Edgeworth is no idiot. And even though he should be satisfied that another murderer was off the streets, as his mentor was so fond of reminding him, the events towards the end of that fateful day left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Edgeworth's only regret should be that he did not get Fawles his guilty verdict sooner. And yet, there are so many doubts that plague his mind.
His most recent search of the area had uncovered no new leads, and his investigation ended in much the same vein as those prior, with Edgeworth standing on the Dusky Bridge, hands gripping the rope of the railing, staring deep into the depths of the river wondering what it would take to jump in the water below.
To jump and leave one's old life behind, just like Mia Fey alleged that Dahlia Hawthorne had done.
Ever since the way his debut trial had ended, there was something in the air that constantly compelled him to return to the area. It wasn't just the bitter chill, which was nonetheless refreshing. It was the lure of a mystery, an unsolved case, an itch at the back of his mind that he could not scratch.
The truth of the matter is, Miles Edgeworth is no idiot. And even though he should be satisfied that another murderer was off the streets, as his mentor was so fond of reminding him, the events towards the end of that fateful day left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Edgeworth's only regret should be that he did not get Fawles his guilty verdict sooner. And yet, there are so many doubts that plague his mind.
His most recent search of the area had uncovered no new leads, and his investigation ended in much the same vein as those prior, with Edgeworth standing on the Dusky Bridge, hands gripping the rope of the railing, staring deep into the depths of the river wondering what it would take to jump in the water below.
To jump and leave one's old life behind, just like Mia Fey alleged that Dahlia Hawthorne had done.
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She knows the truth, and she saw it walk away free from the courtroom, unrepentant and without remorse for the death of her collaborator. And so despite her loss, despite the bitterness of it all, here Mia is again, looking for clues she knows aren't there.
She doesn't expect to encounter anyone else here, and the snow dampens the sound of others. It's only when Mia approaches the bridge herself, hands shoved deep in her pockets and eyes on the snow despite knowing it's buried any last weak evidence there might be, that Mia notices she isn't alone. Perhaps she should be frightened by that, but it's the figure's posture that strikes her first; contemplative and down. It bothers her before she even knows who it is.
"Excuse me?" she calls through the snow, approaching slowly as she gets a better look, afraid she might spur whoever on into whatever she might be afraid they're doing. But the closer she gets, the more recognisable that person is, and Mia's brow furrows.
"Pros.... Prosecutor Edgeworth?"
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"Mia Fey," Edgeworth answers, the corners of his lips curving upwards as he shoves his hands in pockets. "I should have known." He allows the words to hang in the air between them, not elaborating any further for now.