This was... very surprising. Both Wright and Edgeworth's discussions had turned out far different than he would have imagined. Honestly, though Klavier knew much about Wright from second hand information (rumors mostly), he only really knew him from that one case way back when. And though he couldn't say he had ever held much of a high opinion of the man, he was being thoroughly reasonable at the moment. Klavier could agree. Concentrating on getting out was more important than nitpicking at details regarding past and future (even though he had to have been curious).
But the question... caused him to pause. Had it been anything else but 'ill will,' he would have been able to answer without a second's doubt. Klavier wasn't exactly resolved on how to feel about Wright, especially after his brother's case. He could act civil, certainly, even laugh and work with him if need be. But that wouldn't mean he necessarily liked him.
What about Kristoph? How did his brother feel about the friend who went free while he was sent to prison in his stead? No. That's not right. He shouldn't think that way. Kristoph was guilty, wasn't he? He was held accountable for his own actions. Nothing more. In that case, would he harbor any ill feelings toward Wright or Justice? ...Did Klavier himself? That was too complicated to give a yes or no for.
The point of the question was to determine whether or not he and Kristoph were enemies. That was all. There could be bad feelings between friends, enemies, and everything in between. That was how people were, unfortunately. That he could answer easily without technically lying. He knew he would never hurt Wright or anyone else here. And his brother wouldn't either.
...Actually, Klavier had to admit there was a little doubt there. He truly believed from the bottom of his heart that whatever had happened with his brother, it wasn't supposed to happen. His brother was not a killer. He had been pushed by a circumstance he didn't want to share with anyone. It was not something that would repeat again. Ever. But it did prove what Kristoph was capable of if pushed to that one-in-a-million breaking point. However, this time, Klavier was here. And no matter what, he would never allow that happen. While he was here, nothing would touch his brother. ...And vice versa.
Klavier exhaled as though exasperated, even though the smile stayed in place. It painted the illusion that he thought it was a ridiculous question. "I'll have you know, Wright, I don't like speaking for my bro. And I don't like him speaking for me either. Personally speaking, however, I can't say you and I are best friends. Or friends at all, really. ...Truth be told, this is only my second time talking to you." He let out a small chuckle and smiled at him. "But as for 'sides,' I'll take the liberty of speaking for both Kristoph and myself. I don't think you have anything to worry about from either of us. We all want to get out just as much as you and Herr Edgeworth. ...With as few scars as possible, of course."
Maybe this had been a good chance meeting after all. Edgeworth was so vindictive and paranoid, he might have gotten to Wright's opinion of the brothers eventually. This way, maybe Wright could see there was nothing to worry about and could talk some sense into Herr 'Demon Prosecutor' before he started picking fights some more.
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But the question... caused him to pause. Had it been anything else but 'ill will,' he would have been able to answer without a second's doubt. Klavier wasn't exactly resolved on how to feel about Wright, especially after his brother's case. He could act civil, certainly, even laugh and work with him if need be. But that wouldn't mean he necessarily liked him.
What about Kristoph? How did his brother feel about the friend who went free while he was sent to prison in his stead? No. That's not right. He shouldn't think that way. Kristoph was guilty, wasn't he? He was held accountable for his own actions. Nothing more. In that case, would he harbor any ill feelings toward Wright or Justice? ...Did Klavier himself? That was too complicated to give a yes or no for.
The point of the question was to determine whether or not he and Kristoph were enemies. That was all. There could be bad feelings between friends, enemies, and everything in between. That was how people were, unfortunately. That he could answer easily without technically lying. He knew he would never hurt Wright or anyone else here. And his brother wouldn't either.
...Actually, Klavier had to admit there was a little doubt there. He truly believed from the bottom of his heart that whatever had happened with his brother, it wasn't supposed to happen. His brother was not a killer. He had been pushed by a circumstance he didn't want to share with anyone. It was not something that would repeat again. Ever. But it did prove what Kristoph was capable of if pushed to that one-in-a-million breaking point. However, this time, Klavier was here. And no matter what, he would never allow that happen. While he was here, nothing would touch his brother. ...And vice versa.
Klavier exhaled as though exasperated, even though the smile stayed in place. It painted the illusion that he thought it was a ridiculous question. "I'll have you know, Wright, I don't like speaking for my bro. And I don't like him speaking for me either. Personally speaking, however, I can't say you and I are best friends. Or friends at all, really. ...Truth be told, this is only my second time talking to you." He let out a small chuckle and smiled at him. "But as for 'sides,' I'll take the liberty of speaking for both Kristoph and myself. I don't think you have anything to worry about from either of us. We all want to get out just as much as you and Herr Edgeworth. ...With as few scars as possible, of course."
Maybe this had been a good chance meeting after all. Edgeworth was so vindictive and paranoid, he might have gotten to Wright's opinion of the brothers eventually. This way, maybe Wright could see there was nothing to worry about and could talk some sense into Herr 'Demon Prosecutor' before he started picking fights some more.