"I would recognise the fact that you're treading on thin ice, if I were you, Clementine." Edgeworth spoke cautiously, as if paranoid about blurting out a sentence in the wrong order and changing the meaning entirely. Phoenix gazed up at the prosecutor from his spot on the ground, blinking back the thick membranes of the blurriness of his tears, feeling a pang of guilt stirring in the pit of his stomach - not dissimilar to the one he'd felt nine months ago. This was all his fault again, wasn't it?

Edgeworth was angry because of him.

Edgeworth was going to get in trouble because of him.

If he didn't exist, then none of this would have happened.

His puny existence was why everyone was so unhappy.

The defence attorney shuddered, stilling against the kidnapper's violet-clad leg, as the prosecutor continued, staring the younger police officer down with an icy glare;
"You're supposed to be in prison in the first place - not become a police officer -, and now you're trying to apprehend an innocent person." Phoenix wearily nodded in agreement, now letting go of Kristoph to clutch Edgeworth's leg for comfort as he mumbled his support.
"D-Don't hurt E-Edgeworth," The prosecutor couldn't help but feel a loving twinge as he heard his boyfriend's timid, soft, voice creep out from beneath him and was unable to stop himself from stroking the spiky-haired man's cheek - which promptly tainted the patch of skin with a warm glow - to show his affection for Phoenix.
"Are you suggesting that you'll report me if I don't help you?"
"I don't remember saying anything of the sort."
"Clementine, just apprehend this foul-mouthed ba-" Kristoph's, usually squinting, light grey eyes widened in shock as he was interrupted - interrupted, by his accomplice, nonetheless!
"Sorry Mr Edgeworth," The police officer's mussy, light-brown, curly hair suddenly drooped down from its precariously-balancing position atop his rounded forehead to frame his face, almost immaculately, bar a large fringe which appeared to cover his eyes (something slightly freakish, considering the circumstances, according to the shuddering defence attorney whom refused to admit to himself that he was now using the prosecutor's leg as a shield).
"But that prospect doesn't really scare me." The police-officer's bony hands discreetly slid into the cheap, ocean-blue, fabric of his uniform's pockets as he continued to speak, the light filtering through the window behind him casting dark shadows upon the front-half of his body, painting dark streaks across the grim light which had previously been dominating the surfaces.

Although Edgeworth couldn't quite put his finger on it, something about this man which hadn't been apparent before was... Off. Clementine seemed to have a completely different aura about him. An aura that made the prosecutor feel wary of himself and, of course, his boyfriend. The silvery-haired man held his breath and subconsciously gripped Phoenix's silky black hair tighter for comfort.

"However, I'll still help you,"
"Clementine, what the he-"
"I'm a changed man, Kristoph," The police officer's, previously slightly twisted, grin appeared to become more subtle and welcoming as his gaze flickered to meet the shivering defence attorney's scared, sapphire-blue, eyes. Edgeworth moved his leg protectively so that Phoenix's eyes were blocked from settling on Clementine's as soon as he noticed what was going on, clenching his jaw indignantly. The silvery-haired man pessimistically stared at the police officer as he continued to blissfully ignore the two eyes boring into the back of his scruffy head, continuing to stride over towards the kidnapper with a glint of.. Something, in his eyes.

Clementine brought out two silver, gleaming, handcuffs from his pockets, nudging Kristoph closer towards them;
"Back to where you belong, scum."