all-purpose overflow log

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AND EVERY LAST INCH OF ME IS COVERED IN FRILLS I don't know how to do overflow posts correctly or seriously

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Iris

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[Continued from here!]

[Edgeworth can only guess at what Iris said, going by what he knew about her family and her past. He nods slowly, approaching her to lay a hand on her shoulder.]

Is it from your past, at least? A memory?

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[Edgeworth was, perhaps, one of the few who could place his hand on her shoulder and not have her flinch at the touch. Because not only did she trust him, but he already knew enough of her past that she didn't fear his judgement.]

Yes.

Is that what you saw as well?

[She wouldn't ask him the details unless he wanted to share. Respecting his privacy as much as he was willing to respect hers.]

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[Edgeworth withdraws his hand and nods, answering quietly.]

Yes.

[He pauses.]

Do you see anything that isn't part of your memory...?

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[She quickly shook her head.]

I...might have...but I didn't see much. I promise.

[She already suspected a memory that wasn't hers must have been his. And it was too private to intrude upon without his prior consent.]

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It's not your fault, Iris.

[He pauses.]

But...if we linger, I'll soon see your memory.

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...it would't be anything you don't already know about.

[Though she was appreciative of him offering to give her an out. It was one thing to prosecute (or defend) a memory after it happened...but to actually witness it? The lingering love she had for Dahlia. The cruel actions both of them had taken. Iris knew she was not completely innocent, even if her crimes paled in comparison to her sister's, and being reminded of that fact was almost as painful as the memories themselves.]

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I figured as much.

[What else could he say?]

I won't tell anyone about it. You have my word.

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...thank you, Mr. Edgeworth.

[This is why she trusts you.]

And you're right. We should...probably still get out of this place.

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Then let's go.

[He strides toward the nearest hallway, and beckons for Iris to follow him. Edgeworth was...pretty certain that was where he had entered.]