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[prosecutory]

Good day. This is Miles Edgeworth.

I cannot accommodate you at the moment, but please leave a message and I will respond as soon as possible. 

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text, after edgeworth returns;

[thirdarrow]

Good evening, Edgeworth, and welcome back.

[ If this had been in person, it would be something said in dry humour. There is a roughly sixty percent chance that wherever Edgeworth returned to would be a better place than this one. ]

How have you been? Did you return home, by any chance?

[prosecutory]

Good evening. Yes, that is correct. I spent several days in my home world.

[thirdarrow]

[ Which presents quite a large contradiction to what they had been told. ]

Which would mean that our worlds are not necessarily destroyed, yes?

[prosecutory]

Precisely. I plan to have a word with our CEO about it. My home was unscathed, apart from the incompetents working in our legal system.

[thirdarrow]

I see. 'tis fortunate, then. At least one realm has been spared from these so-called Flamines.

Though, were you aware of any odd circumstances before your departure?

[prosecutory]

I doubt that it is only my world that has been spared. In any case, there were none that I remember.

[thirdarrow]

[ That is slightly disappointing, but he can work with that. ]

I see. But no matter, we will find out in time.

If we can recreate the circumstance of your experience, we will be able to return to our homes.

[prosecutory]

I doubt there is anything that we can recreate. I was simply going about my life as best I could while I'm here, and one day, I woke up back home instead.

[thirdarrow]

[ That complicates things a little. ]

And you did not remember a thing about your time here?

[prosecutory]

No. I went about my life back home as if I had never left.

[thirdarrow]

I see.

A similar phenomenon was known in the nexus point I lived at. I did return home a few times before my death, bearing no memories of the time I spent there - but that is under completely different circumstance from what we have now.

I suggest we enquire about this to the authorities. This will be something they cannot sidestep.

[prosecutory]

I have also observed the same during my stay in Death City. It never happened to me then, but it has happened with quite a few of my acquaintances.

I have already sent the CEO a message, if that is what you mean. I plan on making any information I discover from that conversation public, for everyone's reference.

[thirdarrow]

[ Well, that wraps things up nicely. ]

We shall all await his reply, then.

Thank you.

[prosecutory]

You're welcome. I'd like to know his explanation for this contradiction.

[Voice]

[fairbrook]

[When one's subordinate and alleged interdinterimensional friend is missing for an extended period of time, the correct response would be to show some inkling of concern. Integra however, exhibits no sign of worry. Instead, Edgeworth receives this:]

Might I ask a favor of you, Mr. Edgeworth?

[Incredible....]

[Voice]

[prosecutory]

[And Edgeworth himself isn't worried or worried that people might be worried about him. To him, this was yet another thing that happened and that would need explanation, and right now he was talking to Julius Vincere about it.

So, he says nothing except:]

What is it, Sir Hellsing?

[fairbrook]

[It's not that she isn't concerned, so much as she's unable to convey such feelings. Plus, well, their investigation takes priority.]

I'm certain you've come in possession of a certain invitation by now. Am I correct?

[Is she about to do something stupid and potentially detrimental to her health? Probably...]

[prosecutory]

I have, yes.

[Is she going to order him to go when he's already decided not to?]

[fairbrook]

[It's awkward. Integra does not have a confidant in this world, so Edgeworth will have to do. We're sorry.]

I shall be in attendance. Should I die or otherwise am deemed unsuitable to fulfill my duties as a result, I require you take charge of the police department in my stead. That is all.

[In short, make certain the rest of the city doesn't blow up.]

[prosecutory]

[Well, Edgeworth doesn't quite consider anyone here a friend yet, either. The mention of dying makes his lips tighten and his body tense, but that's a typical reaction. Okay, so maybe he IS a little worried with how Integra's willing to let herself be a guinea pig for whatever CERES had up their sleeve this time.]

...Very well, then. Do be careful. [The last statement is said formally, more like a matter of routine than a genuine gesture of concern.]

[fairbrook]

Thank you. [She pauses, taken aback.] I shall.

[Sadly, Integra and the threat of death are casual acquaintances. She doesn't seem to mind throwing herself on the sacrificial altar, and honestly, would prefer it to be herself than Edgeworth.

She ponders a moment before changing the subject.]

Might I ask... did you return to your own world?

[Now she asks?]

[prosecutory]

That is correct.

[He doesn't seem to mind that she only asks now.]

When I returned, I found out that only three days passed here.

text - post-event.

[souperb]

[ she also doesn't want to do this. and throughout the day she thinks about how to word this. if she should word this. if she should pretend edgeworth just suddenly poofed out of existence and she never met him and--

--she probably shouldn't burn bridges. which is why, some time when things are finally back to normal and she can think without having to pounce on whatever it is she sees, edgeworth is getting this wonderfully worded apology on his phone: ]

we never met in the last few days
got it
nothing happened and i didnt touch you

[ HOW NICE ]