They want us to see a lot of what they do. He remembered the question and the photograph, clear as day against the black screen of his eyelids, the way it had erupted in a cacophony of metal, the way-
Stop it. His eyes were already closed, but he pressed then shut harder, wincing as the added pressure goaded the dull throbbing back to the fore and sent phantom blots of light dancing in his vision. He couldn't let his mind keep wandering back up to that room. He wouldn't find anything else up there. Not right now.
The picture wasn't in that room anymore, though - it was in his pocket, and he still couldn't even say why he'd taken it. He'd thought he'd left her behind him once, and he knew she was behind him now. Keeping it now was masochistic. There was no point holding on to a cursed photo of a woman who was unequivocally gone. He could leave it in his pocket and go to sleep. It might be gone by morning.
He ran his hand down Edgeworth's side, corner of his mouth tugging up in something that couldn't exactly be called a smile. "I thought so," he replied, voice hushed. "At least we get this, though." He turned his head up, kissing his cheek before pulling back gradually and pushing himself up. His head reeled and he swallowed thickly, taking a moment to get his balance again. "Stay there. I'll be right back."
Re: Inside M92
Stop it. His eyes were already closed, but he pressed then shut harder, wincing as the added pressure goaded the dull throbbing back to the fore and sent phantom blots of light dancing in his vision. He couldn't let his mind keep wandering back up to that room. He wouldn't find anything else up there. Not right now.
The picture wasn't in that room anymore, though - it was in his pocket, and he still couldn't even say why he'd taken it. He'd thought he'd left her behind him once, and he knew she was behind him now. Keeping it now was masochistic. There was no point holding on to a cursed photo of a woman who was unequivocally gone. He could leave it in his pocket and go to sleep. It might be gone by morning.
He ran his hand down Edgeworth's side, corner of his mouth tugging up in something that couldn't exactly be called a smile. "I thought so," he replied, voice hushed. "At least we get this, though." He turned his head up, kissing his cheek before pulling back gradually and pushing himself up. His head reeled and he swallowed thickly, taking a moment to get his balance again. "Stay there. I'll be right back."