Edgeworth's POV

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?:??am

Blood lines the wall as I struggle to get up. Where am I? I wonder. I know I'm in an ally of sorts but where? My legs haul me up, covered with skin tears.

"Dad? Where are you?" My voice squeaks. "Wright? Gumshoe? Anyone? I know I'm a bad person but please help me." Water drools from my eyes, looking for a light source. "It's ok if you hate me now but I need some help. I know I killed Maya and Andrew but it was for justice so it's fine, yes?"

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"Wright? Are you there?" I wake up in a cold sweat, heart pounding. "Please. Please just love me already." I speak to only hear my own voice. "Love me, please. I'll do anything just for you to love me so please tell me what I must do!" No response. "Why? Because no one cares. Wright? I'll make him care about me. If needed, fear me. Anything to make him love me. Love me so I don't have to turn into the monster I am becoming. Please."

I clamp my own mouth, seeing I'm talking to myself at 3am. Knowing I can't go back to sleep I get up and make myself some tea. Shadows loom over me, pitying me and the guilt I shall have forever. I sit at my desk as I swirl the tea bag around. The clocks tick fill the mostly silent room with water dripping slowly into my cup.

But I wonder. Why am I crying? I feel no remorse. Maya was in my way and I didn't know Andrew very well. Are these tears pity for myself? Tears of loneliness? Tears of... Want? I look down at my hand, collect my thoughts into a plan.

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Edgeworth's POV

Wright & Co. Law Offices

3:45 am

Knowing he usually has the door unlocked for Maya, I quietly creep into his office with my pajamas on. There he was, slumped over on the couch. He didn't snore but either way he was adorable. I sit on top of his desk, sliding papers to the side. I see a picture of Maya beside me with he awful smile. She always wears it, trying to fool people but she can't get past me.

I pick up the photo in it's frame. It shivers in my hand, praying not to die for a second time from the same ruthless lawyer. I lower the picture down, now focusing on Wright. His hands had some bruises and his hair was unkempt.

"Sweetheart, it's ok. Don't beat yourself up over nothing. She was annoying anyways." I slip the photo into my pajama shirt pocket. I set the frame back in place, replacing the picture for a photo of me.

I get down and quietly go through his desk drawers, trying to find a first aid kit. I find one but with everything gone besides a bandage wrap. I creep over to the still Wright and wrap the bandage around his bruised knuckle. I lightly kiss it before stand up a bit. He rocks back and forth a bit, giving me my cue to exit. I shuffle out of the room, leaving a note. I run off into the dark hallway and Wright gets up from his slumber.