[As soon as Mavros' back is turned, Edgeworth's expression crumples for just a moment into something resembling cold grief. He's a criminal, or as good as one - not one year before, he'd found that the crime that he'd thought he'd borne upon his shoulders was nothing. But he was no longer freed of that weight...
But never had he been blameless. Never had he been free of stain. Because even if the dark mark of that first crime had been washed away, the fact remained that he'd tarnished himself hundreds of times over since then. Men and women, deprived of freedom, some doubtless innocent. And he, coward, had run away from that crime. He'd been unable to face them.
Always a coward. Running away from Mavros, too - not staying to help him. As though running away could eradicate his sin. As though it could undo the damage that had been done. The least he can do is this. For the Demon Prosecutor always did act the evil man in order to atone, did he not?
When Mavros comes back, he has but five words for him.]
no subject
But never had he been blameless. Never had he been free of stain. Because even if the dark mark of that first crime had been washed away, the fact remained that he'd tarnished himself hundreds of times over since then. Men and women, deprived of freedom, some doubtless innocent. And he, coward, had run away from that crime. He'd been unable to face them.
Always a coward. Running away from Mavros, too - not staying to help him. As though running away could eradicate his sin. As though it could undo the damage that had been done. The least he can do is this. For the Demon Prosecutor always did act the evil man in order to atone, did he not?
When Mavros comes back, he has but five words for him.]
You will have a signale.